By Jennifer Schielke

“Listen to Me call your name.”
This is what I heard from the Lord as I stood in a quiet moment—
the wind softly moving through me, the warmth of the sun uninterrupted by clouds.
In that sacred span of time, I was wrapped in His majesty.

Grief Meets Glory

Just three days before, I had laid both of my parents to eternal rest.
With a heart heavy from the loss, I stood in prayer—silent, still, surrendered.
Not knowing how to say goodbye, I simply listened.
I stepped aside to let the Lord take His rightful place in my heart, mind, and soul.

To heal and to mend felt like a burden far too heavy for a broken spirit.
But for God—I am whole.
For God—I have joy.
For God—I live with purpose.

A Daughter, Still

I had believed, in some quiet place inside me, that I was no longer a daughter.
But God gently reminded me:
I am the daughter of the High King of Heaven.
Adopted in.
Called His own.
The thought that I was anything less was buried that day—
revived and replaced with love.

A Divine Encounter

The same hospital where my father passed is the one where I was born.
It was also there, in second grade, that I became gravely ill.
My body seemed to surrender to sickness, and no one knew if I would recover.

I remember fading in and out of consciousness—limp, lifeless—when a man, dressed in priestly garments, came to visit.
He said, “I know your father,” and asked if he could pray.
I closed my eyes as he opened the Bible.
I heard nothing…
But I fell into a deep sleep.
When I awoke, something had changed.
My body had taken a turn, and in a few days, I was discharged—healed.

While recovering at home, I shared this story with my Dad.
He couldn’t place the man—not a classmate, not a relative, not a friend.
And then it struck me.
He didn’t say, “I know your dad.”
He said, “I know your Father.”

An Unshakable Peace

That moment has stayed with me for decades.
A quiet prayer from a stranger—God’s servant sent to me —reminded me of who I truly belong to.
And now, standing at the resting place of my parents,
peace washed over me—unexplainable, but complete.
It was the kind of peace that only the Lord can give.
His presence is constant. His hope is perfect. His purpose is sure.

He Calls Me By Name

As I stood, I strained to hear the whispers of my name,
but all I heard was the wind.

What did it mean?
I may never know until I stand in His holy presence.
But this I do know:
He knows me.
He has called me.
And where He leads, I will go.

When I hear Him call me by name, I will answer—
“Yes, Lord. Send me.”

Forever a Daughter

My name is written in the Book of Life.
And there, in that eternal place,
I am once again connected to my parents—
forever a daughter.
Not just in memory, but in eternity.

But for God, I am blessed—
beyond life’s final breath.

— Jennifer Schielke