A Drill, a Song, and a Miracle

A Drill, a Song, and a Miracle
How God met us in the ICU through music and prayer.

On Tuesday, my husband had emergency surgery at the hospital—they had to drill into his skull to relieve pressure. It was terrifying. But Wednesday brought an even heavier blow.

Early that morning, the doctors came into the room and said they needed to send him for another CT scan. It looked like he might need a more intense surgery—the kind where they open the back of the skull.

As soon as they walked out, I started texting a few specific people: “Please help me pray.”
And then, I pulled up a song that has carried me through other battles: “No Weapon” by Fred Hammond.

Steve was out of it—completely unresponsive, barely aware. But when the song reached the bridge, I noticed something: his lips started moving along with the words.
He was listening. He was worshiping.
Even in his fog, he knew that truth.

A bunch of our friends hit play on the song too. We were all listening—together but from different places—agreeing in faith.

Then the doctors came back from the CT scan.
They said the surgery was no longer needed.
It was a miracle.

But God didn’t stop there. Just a few hours later, Steve started walking around the ICU.
This was the day after brain surgery.
The nurses were stunned. So were we.

It was such a clear moment of God’s presence.
So much could have gone wrong. But instead, something supernatural happened.
He met us in a hospital room, through a worship song, in the lips of a barely conscious man, and in the prayers of faithful friends.

And the lyrics we sang together became our reality:
“No weapon formed against you shall prosper.”