Hope After a Miscarriage 🫶💝
If you're in the midst of loss and grieving, I pray you find comfort in this message.
I spent months questioning God's love for me, and I still vividly remember the feelings I experienced with each of these three pictures.
1. In the first one, I was filled with joy. I was ecstatic.
2. In the second, I felt heartbroken and alone.
3. In the third, I was exhausted but at peace; I felt honored in a way.
From the first to the second picture, I had miscarried. There were only a few days in between. I took the first picture on January 11, and by January 15, I had miscarried. I couldn’t see a midwife until February 1, and the journey there felt like it took centuries—40 minutes that seemed like the longest of my life. I had never cried so much. My husband had just started a new job, so he couldn’t come with me. That car ride was such a dark time in my life. Yet, somehow, I had a bit of faith that the baby hadn’t actually miscarried. (I did though)
While I was at a stoplight, I saw the truck. & I said, "I hear you, Lord, but I am so upset with you. How could you let this happen to me again? This was our second miscarriage in less than a year. Why won’t you intervene?" When I finally walked into that cold room to meet with the midwife, I saw on the wall a baby picture thanking my midwife for delivering their baby girl. The name my husband and I had chosen for a girl was Abigail Grace, which was the exact name of the baby in the picture. What were the chances of that? I started to cry.
The wait for the midwife felt like an eternity as well, but when she walked in, her response was shocking. Her demeanor was cold. She looked at me and said that miscarriages are just “luck” and that there’s nothing that can be done until I have another miscarriage. She mentioned that they would not intervene because I had already had two, so she wasn’t worried. I understand that she’s a doctor who sees this every day, but what a horrible way to communicate with a grieving mother. It felt like she was saying, “Better luck next time, sunshine.”
But here’s the part that really stands out to me in hindsight. I was so angry with God, questioning everything. My body felt broken, and both my husband and I were hurting. Where was God in all of this?
When the midwife referred to my miscarriage as luck, I remembered whose I am. In my mind, even though I couldn’t speak, I declared, “Absolutely not. This isn’t luck. There’s no such thing when you have God.” Somehow, my faith became my strength. I recalled a message I saw earlier written that dirty truck: “Christ Jesus, trust Him!” And I said, “I will trust Him.”
I had my Hannah cry, my David cry, and my Naomi moment all at once. Even though David was being persecuted, he trusted God. Even though Hannah was barren, she brought her pain to His feet. Naomi was bitter but still trusted God for His provision.
You can feel angry, bitter, and scared, but you can still trust the Lord. He will always remain true. Never stop praying and believing that He can do beyond what the doctors tell you. It’s okay to feel how you feel; God sees you. He hears you. I pray that the Lord will bring you peace.
And one last thing: when I got into the car, I started to worship and wept like a baby. However, that little bit of faith changed my life in seconds. I actually began praying for the midwife and for the Lord to soften her heart. I returned home with a sense of joy and peace, feeling confident in the Lord. Things will change when you enter His presence. With that, I present to you the third slide, featuring his promise! Who is now a two-year-old teenager?😂🤣
“He is the healer of the brokenhearted. He is the one who bandages their wounds.”
Psalms 147:3
#miscarriage #christianwife #grievingmother #childloss #pregnancyloss
It’s truly a journey no one expects to take, isn’t it? When I saw that positive pregnancy test, holding onto that initial joy felt like everything. But when miscarriages, especially early ones at 4, 6, or 8 weeks, happen, the silence can be deafening. It’s a unique kind of grief, often unacknowledged by the outside world. I remember feeling so lost, searching for words to describe the ache in my heart. If you're searching for miscarriage loss quotes or comfort for an unborn baby six weeks early miscarriage, please know you're not alone in seeking solace. Sometimes, just reading someone else's words can be a lifeline. Here are a few sentiments that resonated with me, and I hope they bring you a small measure of peace during your healing journey: "There is no foot too small that it cannot leave an imprint on this world." "Grief is love with nowhere to go." "Some angels are meant to fly." And for those moments when words fail, and you simply need to speak to a higher power, I found immense comfort in prayer. If you're looking for a prayer for miscarried baby, here’s one that helped me pour out my heart: *Dear Heavenly Father, my heart is heavy with grief over the loss of our precious baby. Though we never held them in our arms, they were loved beyond measure. Please bring comfort to my aching soul and strength to my weary spirit. Help me to trust in Your plan, even when I don't understand. Heal my brokenness and remind me of Your unfailing love. Amen.* That moment I saw 'CHRIST JESUS, trust Him' on the truck was a profound turning point for me. It was a reminder that even in the deepest despair, there’s a promise of a new beginning, a hope that things can and will change. It’s okay to feel angry, sad, and confused, but hold onto that tiny spark of faith. Your feelings are valid, and God sees every tear. My journey wasn't immediate sunshine, but through faith and time, I found my way to that new beginning. The joy of holding my living child is a testament to perseverance and trusting in a plan larger than my own understanding. Remember, healing isn't linear, but it is possible. Keep nurturing your spirit, however that looks for you, whether it's through quiet reflection, connecting with others, or holding onto faith.
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