04/05/2026
I Have Been Blessed
I sat there again—
another hospital room,
another bracelet on my wrist,
another holiday spent
under fluorescent lights
instead of soft candle glow.
And I whispered,
Why, God?
Haven’t I done this already?
Haven’t I checked this box?
How many times
must I return
to these same walls,
these same questions,
this same ache?
I felt sorry for myself
for a moment—
just a moment.
Until…
They wheeled me down
another long hallway
to another scan,
another test,
another pause in time.
And there he was—
the technician.
Not just doing his job,
but asking…
really asking.
About my life.
About my story.
About the coma.
And like I always do,
I shared.
I told him
what I saw,
what I felt,
what it means
to be somewhere
between Heaven and Earth.
I told him
they can still hear you—
even in the silence,
even when the body rests,
the soul still listens.
He asked question after question,
and in that moment…
I knew.
This is why I’m here.
Not for the IVs.
Not for the scans.
Not for the diagnosis.
But for him.
For this moment.
For this soul
who needed to hear
what I was given
to carry.
God didn’t send me back
just to survive.
He sent me back
to teach.
And teaching doesn’t always happen
on a stage,
or behind a podium,
or under bright lights.
Sometimes—
it happens quietly
in a hospital gown,
being rolled down a hallway,
heart open,
spirit willing.
And just like that…
my question changed.
From
Why me?
to
Thank You.
Because I have been blessed.
Blessed to return.
Blessed to remember.
Blessed to see
what few ever see.
Blessed to carry a story
that is not mine alone—
but His,
working through me.
I have been blessed
to speak life
in places that feel like endings.
I have been blessed
to be a light
in sterile rooms
and quiet fears.
I have been blessed…
not in spite of this—
but because of it.
And today,
in this hospital bed,
I no longer ask
Why me?
I say…
Use me.
