I rushed frantically into the emergency room, holding my limp 2-year-old in my arms. The woman at the front desk looked up, asked me to fill out a small sheet of paper, and told me to have a seat. Surely, I thought, they’d call him right away. But moments later, she got up casually to grab a bag of chips—as if nothing else in the world mattered—while my son’s lips were turning bluer by the second.
Then it happened.
Jeremy let out a loud gasp for air. I ran to the desk, interrupting her snack break, and cried out, “My baby is not breathing!” Suddenly, everything changed. He was rushed behind the curtain as the loud announcement echoed through the intercom: CODE BLUE. CODE BLUE.
At just twenty-two years old, I stood there watching doctors and nurses swarm around my baby boy. Jeremy had gone into cardiac arrest while I was told to sit and wait. But in that moment of chaos, fear, and confusion—I heard a whisper in my spirit reminding me: all is well.
God’s peace covered me in a way I can’t explain. No tears. No panic. Just a supernatural calm. I was simply praying for answers and trusting that God would do what He does best—be faithful.
The Bible says, “If you faint in the day of adversity, your strength is small” (Proverbs 24:10). That verse became my anchor. Jeremy lost oxygen to his brain and lay in intensive care for five long days. Machines beeped, doctors spoke in codes, and yet—I could still say, all is well.
This moment reminds me of the Shunammite woman in 2 Kings 4. Her son had died, and yet she declared, “All is well.” She didn’t deny what happened; she just refused to let her circumstance dictate her faith. God wants us to have that same kind of trust—to be able to look at the impossible and still say, it is well with my soul.
When Elijah raised her son from the dead, it wasn’t just a miracle—it was a testimony of what happens when faith meets obedience. She brought her lifeless situation to the man of God. She didn’t gossip about it. She didn’t even tell her husband. She just saddled up and went straight to the source.
Sometimes, we have to do the same.
We talk too much about the problem instead of taking it to the One who can resurrect it.
Have you brought your dead thing to God?
That broken dream? That relationship that flatlined? That faith that feels faint?
When we learn to bring it to Him and not everyone else, we begin to see His power move.
The Shunammite woman kept her composure because she knew who held her promise. And that’s what I had to do with my son—I had to trust that God would breathe again into what looked lifeless.
Five days later, Jeremy opened his eyes. His heartbeat was steady. His breathing was restored. And I could say, with even more conviction, all is well.
God is not finished with you either. Whether you’re facing loss, heartbreak, or a diagnosis that’s shaken your faith—trust Him. He’s still the same God who restores, revives, and resurrects. He’s still writing your story, and in the end, your testimony will declare: All is well.