A story of grace, prayer and becoming

One year ago, on 24 June 2024, my life turned suddenly. A silent, life-threatening illness led to an 11-hour emergency surgery. What followed was three months in hospital, countless fragile moments, and an inner storm I didn’t expect — but also, a profound rising.

Through it all, one force held me — prayer. In the darkness of ICU, when my strength had left and even words escaped me, I remember placing my hand on my chest and whispering inwardly: “God, be my breath.” And He was. Prayers were sent from loved ones near and far. I felt them — like a net holding me from beneath. They didn’t just comfort me; they carried me. And in the silence of each day, I prayed too — not always with words, but with trust. This journey has been one of healing, but even more, of awakening. For life — restored through divine grace. For prayer — the invisible cord that held me close to God when everything else slipped away. For community — fierce and faithful, praying with me and for me. My recovery reminded me that healing doesn’t just happen in our cells — it happens in our spirit. Through prayer, I remembered who I was beyond the diagnosis. I became again. To those walking a storm: may my story remind you that healing is real. That prayer works in ways we cannot measure — whispering strength, calling light, and restoring what we thought was lost.

And to those who prayed me through — known or unknown — thank you. You became part of my miracle. With all my heart,

Josephine Nana Abena Powell
 Unity Truth Student
“God is within her, she will not fall.” – Psalm 46:5