When the God You Trusted Feels Silent After Miscarriage

As a Christian woman , miscarriage is more than the loss of a child.

It also feels like the loss of promises.

The unraveling of prayers.

The dismantling of what one thought to be a woman,

a mother,

a daughter of God.

You may ask: where is God in this emptiness?

Am I still whole? Am I a woman?

Did I fail? Did I not pray enough?

Is God still good? If he were, why would he allow this tsunami in my life?

Dear sister, these questions don’t make you faithless. They make you human.

And even more, they make you seen by God who wept at Lazarus’ tomb,

who felt every thorn, every nail and who knows what it is to groan in sorrow deeper than words.

Your trust might feel like it is on shaky grounds, barely standing.

Your identity as His daughter may seemed blurred by grief.

Your womanhood may feel like it’s cracked open.

But none of these things are lost to Him.

Even in silence, God holds you.

Not because you are strong, but because He is.

Your tears are not signs of weakness.

They are sacred. Psalm 58:6 reminds us that you collect all my tears in a bottle and have recorded every one of them.

These tears are prayers when words fail.

They are proof that Love existed in your womb.

That something eternal was planned, even if not held.

You are not less of a woman.

You are not less of a mother.

You are not less of a daughter.

You are still chosen.

Still held.

Still His.

Would you say this prayer with me:'

Lord Jesus,

You see my broken heart.
You know my empty arms and the tears I cry when no one else is watching.
I trusted You with my motherhood, and now I feel unsure, afraid, and abandoned.

But today, I place this pain into Your wounded hands.
Hold the pieces of my heart.
Carry me through this valley of tears.
Restore my faith in the God who says He never leaves — even when I cannot feel You near.

Help me believe that You still have a plan for me, to give me hope and a future and that this loss is not the end of my story that you have written for me.
Give me the courage to hope again.
Give me permission to grieve fully — with You beside me.
Let every tear become a seed You will one day use to grow joy again in my life.

Jesus, I trust in You — even when it hurts.
Mary, Mother of Sorrows, pray for me.

All the holy women who have experienced loss and grief, pray for me. Amen