Oh- God- ✰

So go ahead. Take a deep breath.

Here is the strange comfort I have found in the phrase “Oh, God.” Oh- God-

Because “Oh, God” isn’t a curse. It isn’t even really a prayer. So go ahead

You know the feeling. You’re walking through your perfectly ordinary Tuesday. Coffee in hand. Grocery list on the fridge. And then—the universe shifts. It isn’t even really a prayer

We cry out to “God” in these moments because the phrase is a vessel for a feeling too large for our chests. It is a cry for a witness. We don’t need a deity to intervene; we just need the universe to acknowledge that this is happening . We need to mark the moment. We need to tell the void, “I see you, and I am afraid.”

It’s the text message that arrives at 11:00 PM from a number you thought you’d deleted. The sound of shattering glass in the next room where your toddler is playing alone. The email from HR marked “Urgent.” The mechanic’s call where he uses the word “transmission.”

The Weight of Two Little Words: “Oh, God…”