He Knows Your Name

The blood pooled large at her head.

Her breathing was labored.

The Red Cross volunteer placed her hand on the woman willing her to lay still.

I stayed with the baby.

"What's the woman's name?" I asked.

"I don't know," the sister-of-mercy responded.

She continued to breathe.  Loudly.  Laboriously.  So did we.

The paramedics arrived.  They rolled her out.

I bowed my head again and cried: "God, I don't even know her name to call it to You!"

"It's okay," I seemed to hear.  "I do." 

The Lord called me before my birth; 

from within the womb He called me by name.

Isaiah 49:1 (NLT)

[Not] Just an ordinary moment...