To the mama spending Mother’s Day in the NICU—you are seen, loved, and not alone. May you feel the Lord’s nearness in both the ache and the beauty of this day.

The NICU journey often feels like landing somewhere you never planned to go—but even in Holland, beauty blooms. Look for the tulips. God brings growth in unexpected places.

Hospitals hold countless stories of heartbreak and hope. Within those walls, God’s presence remains—near to the ones who wait, the ones who work, and the ones who weep.

“Careviver.” What began as a typo became a truth. NICU parents are not just caregivers—they’re survivors. In the chaos and the healing, God is near, sustaining every heart that loves and endures.

To the NICU parent walking through the unknown—God’s hand is steady and sure. Even there, in the waiting and worry, His love holds you fast and guides you through.

Just as trees grow stronger through wind and storms, our faith deepens through life’s challenges. When the winds come, God is stretching our roots deeper into His grace—reminding us there is purpose in every gust.

Rooted in God’s Word, we find steady strength in every season. Like a tree planted by streams of water, those who delight in the Lord never wither, even in drought—because His presence is our source of life.

Your waiting feels endless. This journey is likely one you didn’t ask for or anticipate. We see people waiting throughout scripture, and just like you are thrust into a wait with seemingly no end in sight, so was Noah. While his story is probably familiar – an ark, pairs of animals, and a huge flood. I want to remind you NICU families about how Noah waited.