Walking Through the Grief of Miscarriage

In an age of social media and online approval, Jesus calls us to seek the glory of God rather than the fleeting applause of digital inner rings.

The sobs come from somewhere deep.

They shake your body in ways you did not know were possible. Nurses step quietly into the room and squeeze your hand. Their eyes are kind, but uncertain. They speak gently about procedures, about recovery, about “remaining tissue.”

But you know what you lost.

You lost your baby.

Not an idea. Not a medical event. Not a technical complication. Your baby.

Miscarriage is far more common than many realize. Medical research estimates that roughly 1 in 4 known pregnancies ends in miscarriage. And yet, when it happens to you, statistics evaporate. You are left with questions that echo louder than hospital monitors.

Did I cause this?

Was it something I did?

Was it my body?

Was it my sin?

Few valleys feel as isolating as this one.

When Faith Sits Under Fire

Pregnancy loss is not only physical. Hormones surge. Grief clouds thinking. The heart aches for a child whose face you never saw, whose cry you never heard, whose life you only began to imagine.

Was it a boy or a girl?

Whose smile would they have had?

What would their laugh have sounded like?

Much of the pain is the pain of interrupted love. A gift received and gone before you could fully unwrap it.

In that grief, faith often trembles.

God felt near when you saw the positive test. He felt generous, attentive, kind. But when the bleeding started, when the ultrasound went silent, when the doctor’s face shifted something inside you shifted too.

Is He still good?

Is He still sovereign?

If He is sovereign, why didn’t He stop this?

Second Corinthians 1:3 calls Him “the Father of mercies and God of all comfort.” But in the valley of miscarriage, those words can feel distant.

Yet the God we are tempted to doubt is the very God who draws near.

When You Cannot See, Read

The prophet who wrote the book of Lamentations knew devastation. He watched Jerusalem fall. He saw loss that defied explanation. He wept until his strength was gone.

And yet, in the middle of ashes, he wrote:

“But this I call to mind,

and therefore I have hope:

The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases;

his mercies never come to an end;

they are new every morning;

great is your faithfulness.”

(Lamentations 3:21–23)

Notice what he does. He does not deny his pain. Just verses earlier he admits, “My endurance has perished; so has my hope from the Lord” (Lamentations 3:18).

But he calls something to mind.

When sorrow screams about who God appears to be, he answers with who God has revealed Himself to be.

Grieving mother, you may not feel truth clearly. But you can read it.

Second Timothy 3:16 tells us that Scripture is “breathed out by God.” Psalm 119:130 says His word “gives light.” Romans 15:4 promises that the Scriptures were written “that through endurance and through the encouragement of the Scriptures we might have hope.”

When tears blur your vision, open the Book.

Read Job 1 and remember that loss is not proof of God’s absence.

Read Isaiah 48 and see His refining purposes.

Read Psalm 91 and rest in His shelter.

Read Romans 8 and cling to the promise that nothing can separate you from His love.

You may not be able to see clearly through grief. But you can still read clearly.

And what you read will anchor you.

When You Cannot Pray, Repeat

Grief also silences prayer.

You may feel little desire to address the One who allowed this loss. You may fear what you would say if you began speaking honestly.

Yet Scripture does not only give you truth to read it gives you words to pray.

In Lamentations 3, after recalling God’s mercies, the writer turns those words back to God: “Great is your faithfulness.”

He draws truth in and then sends it upward.

When your own prayers feel thin, borrow God’s.

Pray Psalm 23 slowly: “Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me.”

Pray Psalm 13: “How long, O Lord?”

Pray Romans 8:26, trusting that the Spirit helps you in your weakness when you do not know what to pray.

Despair prefers to talk about God rather than to God. It analyzes Him from a distance. But healing begins when we bring our questions directly to Him.

He is not offended by your tears. He invites them.

The Questions That Linger

Is God sovereign over miscarriage?

Scripture does not give easy answers, but it does affirm that God is sovereign over life and death (Deuteronomy 32:39). Psalm 139:16 says that all our days were written in His book before one of them came to be.

At the same time, we live in a fallen world where bodies fail and creation groans (Romans 8:22). Miscarriage is one of many painful reminders that we await full restoration.

Can God still be good in this?

Goodness does not always look like protection from pain. The cross proves that. The darkest moment in history became the doorway to redemption.

God’s goodness is not measured by the absence of suffering, but by His presence within it.

And He promises to be present.

Ever with Us in the Valley

Miscarriage often feels invisible. Friends may not know what to say. Some may minimize your grief. Others may change the subject.

But God does not look away.

If you are in Christ, your baby’s brief life was not unnoticed. Nor is your sorrow.

Jesus Himself entered a world of loss and wept at gravesides (John 11:35). He is not unfamiliar with broken bodies and broken hearts.

The valley of miscarriage is deep. But it is not deeper than His reach.

“Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,” Psalm 23:4 declares, “I will fear no evil, for you are with me.”

Notice: the promise is not that we avoid the valley. The promise is that we do not walk it alone.

Your womb may be empty. Your arms may ache. Your calendar may no longer hold appointments you expected.

But your God remains.

And through His Word breathed out, living, steady He will meet you again and again.

You can read when you cannot see.

You can repeat when you cannot pray.

You can cling when you feel you are slipping.

The valley is real. The grief is real. But so is His steadfast love.

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