November 29
A Hope Lost,
But Not Forgotten
“Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted.”
Matthew 5:4 (NIrV)
Morgan and Phil had been dreaming of this moment for months. It wasn’t just the excitement of seeing the little baby growing inside of her—it was the life they were about to build together. The baby’s room had been transformed from a simple space into a warm, welcoming haven. The walls were painted in soft pastels, the crib stood ready, and little onesies and toys filled the shelves. Every detail was carefully chosen, each item a symbol of their hope and love for the child they were about to bring into the world.
The ultrasound had been so exciting, the first glimpse of their baby on that tiny screen. Phil had even taken a photo of the scan and stuck it on the fridge, smiling at the tiny figure, a little heart beating strong. Morgan could feel her heart swelling with joy, imagining all the milestones that were to come—first steps, first words, first laughs.
But life, as it often does, had other plans.
It started with a sharp pain one evening, just a twinge, nothing to really worry about. But then the bleeding came. Morgan’s heart dropped as she rushed to the hospital, trying to stay calm but feeling a growing sense of dread. Phil was beside her, trying to reassure her, but both of them knew something was wrong.
The doctor’s words hit like a punch to the gut. “I’m sorry, Morgan. There’s no heartbeat. You’ve lost the baby.”
Time seemed to stop. Morgan’s breath caught in her throat, and she clutched Phil’s hand as if it were the only thing holding her to this earth. She wanted to scream, to ask why, to demand an explanation, but there were no answers. Just an empty ache that filled her chest and a quiet, terrible silence in the room.
It was as though everything had been taken away in an instant. All the dreams they’d built, all the hopes for their little family, seemed to evaporate. Morgan cried harder than she ever thought possible. She wept not only for the baby she would never hold, but for the life she had imagined—the future that was now so uncertain and empty.
In the days that followed, Morgan tried to put on a brave face for Phil, but inside she was breaking. The house, which had once been full of excitement and anticipation, now felt like a hollow reminder of what was lost. She wanted to stay in bed, hide from the world, but Phil was always there, trying to comfort her, trying to make sense of a situation that made no sense at all.
One evening, as she sat alone in the baby’s room, looking at the crib that would never be used, Morgan remembered something. A verse that her mom had told her years ago—“Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted.” It had never meant much to her until now. But in the midst of her pain, those words somehow spoke to her heart.
Prayer:
Dear God,
I come to You with a broken heart, unsure of how to move forward.
The pain of loss is overwhelming, and I don’t understand why things have turned out this way.
But I trust that You are with me, and I believe in Your promise to bring comfort to those who mourn.
Please wrap me in Your love and peace. Heal my brokenness, and help me to find hope in You.
Guide me as I navigate this grief, and remind me that even in the hardest moments, You are near.
I pray for the strength to trust Your plan, even when it hurts.
In Jesus' name, Amen.
