A Grandmother’s Grief


Seven times I’ve heard
I’m bleeding or
I think I’m having a miscarriage or
The baby has no heart beat.

Each life its own story.

The suffering, now a familiar acquaintance
Doesn’t get easier
The agony of grief goes deep
For my daughters
And their husbands
For my grandchildren.

But God was with each one
His eyes watching
Each life’s beginning
And end.

Jesus has said,
“Let the children come to me”
And so they have gone
To be held in arms of love.


This post is longer and different than usual. I hope it encourages you to pray through your grief. God is with you. God is love.

A Grandmother’s Prayer after Miscarriage

This grandma trusts God’s Word and appeals to God’s heart as she prays:

~Use this loss for their good. We know that for those who love God all things work together for good (Romans 8:28).

~They fear you. Because the midwives feared God, you gave them families of their own (Exodus 1:21).

~Please give them a child so they can teach him about you. You seek godly offspring (Malachi 2:15).


A Wife’s Prayer after Miscarriage

As we walked, she talked. “I had no idea how many women suffer the unseen, silent sorrow of miscarriage.”

Then she spontaneously prayed, “Lord, comfort the other mothers who lost unborn babies like you comfort me.”

Suffering helps us pray for others.

(She’s also asking the Lord to give her another baby.)

The God of all Comfort

I kneeled, grieving. For my daughter and her husband. For the loss of their unborn Baby.

I searched God’s Word for comfort and read, “the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ . . . the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our affliction (2 Corinthians 1:3-4).”

I wondered, “Heavenly Father, who comforted You as they beat and scorned and killed Your Son? Were You alone?”

I realized God comforts well because He understands.

His Steadfast Love Endures Forever

I had a prayer page for unborn Baby in my journal. Every day I asked that Baby’s life would be a picture of God’s unfailing love.

When we learned that Baby’s home was heaven, I went to a quiet place and opened my Bible to Psalm 136. Each of it’s twenty-six verses promises, “His steadfast love endures forever.” 

No matter what. No matter why. No matter where, or when, or how. His steadfast love endures forever.

Baby’s life is a picture of God’s unfailing love, even if and especially because Baby’s home is heaven.