After more than three decades of serving my community as a registered nurse, I found myself on the other side of the hospital bed, uncertain whether my fifteen-year-old daughter would survive a devastating traumatic brain injury. 

For forty days, I navigated the acute crisis, not as a nurse, spiritual director, or light-bringer but as a grief-stricken mother in the darkest of places praying desperately for God’s healing hand to prevail. 

My story of God’s sacred presence and provision in the midst of our suffering still takes my breath away, and I pray it illuminates hope on your journey.