Tammy Naramore McDaniel

Lately, my life has felt measured by charts, lab results, and the ticking clock of medical appointments. Navigating CML and liver disease often feels like a full-time job of advocating for myself in a system where I sometimes feel like just another file on a desk. It is exhausting to feel unseen by the very people I am trusting with my health.
But yesterday, God sent me a reminder that I am not invisible.
When my friend called, despite the rush of our workdays and the pressure of time, he chose to stop. He didn’t just ask “how are you” as a formality; he stepped into my world. When he asked to pray, and I gave him my “yes,” I felt the atmosphere shift. His prayer wasn’t scripted or hollow—it was authentic and genuine.
In those few minutes, the “patient” labels fell away. I wasn’t just a diagnosis or a set of symptoms; I was a person being carried to the Father by a friend. Through his words, I felt the Lord saying, “I see you. I know your struggle. You are not alone in this lobby or this exam room.”
That prayer was a lifeline. It reminded me that while I may have to fight to be heard by doctors, I never have to fight for the attention of my Creator. I am seen, I am loved, and I am covered.
My Prayer of Gratitude
Lord, thank You for the “God-wink” you sent through my friend’s phone call. Thank You for his willingness to be your hands and feet during a busy day. I praise You for being the God who sees me when I feel invisible to the world. Help me carry the warmth of that prayer into my next appointment, knowing that Your presence goes before me. Amen.