The Journey to Pregnancy and Trusting God Through Loss

Hey friend, I’m so glad you’re here. Pull up a chair, take a breath, and let’s talk.

This post is tender for me. For a long time, I debated whether I should even write it, but I know someone out there needs to hear it. Someone navigating hope, disappointment, and the deep ache that comes when prayers don’t unfold the way we imagined. For me, the journey began long before I saw a positive test. I wasn’t actively trying to get pregnant. I wasn’t tracking, planning, or timing anything. I had made a decision to allow the Lord to completely control my fertility. I trusted that if it was His will, He would open the door in His timing...And then it happened. I found out I was pregnant. The moment I saw the test, something in me lit up. I was excited, hopeful, and prayerful. I began imagining the future. I pictured how I would tell my husband, how our home would look with a new little one, and what the next season of life might be like. I prayed every single day for a healthy pregnancy. I thanked God for the life He had allowed to begin inside of me...And then the miscarriage happened. Losing that pregnancy was one of the hardest moments I’ve faced, especially because it came so soon after losing my mother. It felt like grief had stacked itself layer by layer until I could barely breathe under the weight of it. I didn’t even know how to process one loss before another one arrived. But this is what I learned in that season. Sometimes what we pray for doesn’t look like what we receive, yet God is still faithful. The outcome might hurt, confuse us, or feel unfair, but God is not absent in the middle of our pain. The Bible reminds us that all things work together for the good of those who love God and are called according to His purpose. That doesn’t mean everything feels good. It means God is weaving purpose through moments we don’t understand.

And while nothing about miscarriage feels “good,” I found comfort in knowing that God was with me. He held me when my heart felt weak. He strengthened me when I didn’t even know what to pray. He reminded me that healing doesn’t always look like what we expect, but He is still near. The scripture says, “Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted.” I have felt that comfort, even in the tears, even in the silence, even when hope felt far away. I leaned heavily on God and reminded myself that the joy of the Lord truly is my strength. If you’re facing loss of any kind, I want to encourage you. Lean on the One who sees every tear. Lean on the One who understands pain deeper than we ever could. Let Him be Jehovah Shalom, your peace in the storms you never saw coming. You are not walking alone.You are not forgotten.And there is still purpose in your story.

“Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted.”Matthew 5:4 NIV

With love and gratitude, always

Kevi