One of the earliest times I remember was on a sleepless night as a teenager. I was anxious and could not even put my thoughts together to pray. I remember lying in bed, just saying His name over and over. Now I realize that it was an act of surrender and an act of humility. I was "screaming from my soul... giving up control. The only hope I knew was Jesus."
A few years later, I was a college student and had just heard that a very good friend's dad was in a serious car accident. I couldn't talk, all I could do was cry the name of Jesus.
Another time, I was in the delivery room having Levi. I was not prepared to have Levi without an epidural, but was forced to do it because of timing. I called out repeatedly the name of Jesus. I heard the doctor chuckle and tell me, " He can't help you now." I later found out that he was not a Christian, and he was not right! Jesus did help me !
The last major time that comes to mind is when I found out that Olivia's cord had prolapsed. I was on my knees with an oxygen mask on my face. Again, all I could say was "Jesus" over and over. My doctor was on the bed, too, frantically trying to keep pressure off the cord, giving orders to everyone. She took the time to ask," What is she saying?" I had the feeling she knew that I was praying and she was glad that I was.
So as I sing along with the song, "Any desperate day, one word I can pray, all I know to say is Jesus." I mean it with all my heart.