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I’m Mark, and this space is for the wanderers, the worn out, and the ones still wrestling with God at 2 a.m. I don’t have all the answers, but I know the One who does—and I’m learning to trust Him more.
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“Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us.”
— Ephesians 3:20
Joy and Fear
Anna had always believed in God. But nothing tested that belief quite like her pregnancy.
At first, it was joy. Then, at ten weeks, the bleeding started. Doctors called it a subchorionic hemorrhage. They told her the pregnancy was high-risk.
For nearly ten weeks, she lived on edge, praying every day that her baby would survive.
She begged God for three things:
Please let my baby live.
Please let everything be okay.
I don’t care what it looks like — just let them survive.
Through sleepless nights and frightening scans, Anna clung to her faith. Some days it was strong, other days it hung by a thread. But she never let go.
A Shocking Diagnosis
When the bleeding stopped, hope returned. She breathed again.
But then came the anatomy scan. That was when she learned her son, Theo, would be born with a limb difference. His left arm hadn’t fully developed.
Anna was crushed. She cried out to God: Why him? Why us? After all those prayers, how could this be the outcome?
She wrestled with grief — not because she thought her son was broken, but because she knew the world might be unkind. She grieved the future she had imagined, now forever changed. And yes, she felt anger at God.
Grace in the Wrestling
Yet even in the anger, Anna kept praying. Even in the heartbreak, she kept walking forward. Slowly, grace found its way back into her heart.
And then she remembered what she had asked for at the very beginning:
A safe delivery.
A healthy baby.
A happy life for him.
God had answered.
Her son was born safe.
He was healthy.
And he was full of joy — a joy so contagious it filled every room.
The Miracle Redefined
Theo’s limb difference wasn’t a mistake. It wasn’t God ignoring her prayers. It was part of his design — good, worthy, whole.
Anna realized the miracle wasn’t what she thought it would be. The miracle was God’s faithfulness — carrying her through fear, grief, and doubt, and showing her that His answers are always bigger than her imagination.
Today, Anna doesn’t question God’s goodness. She sees it in Theo’s laughter, in their safe delivery, in the way others are softened and changed by his life.
Her faith didn’t stay neat and tidy through it all. But it stayed real. And that was enough.
Conclusion
Anna’s story reminds us that God doesn’t always give us the miracle we imagine — but He always gives us Himself. And that is the greater miracle.
Theo’s life, laughter, and joy became a testimony not of what was missing, but of the goodness and power of God.
God was with Anna in the bleeding, in the diagnosis, in the heartbreak, and now in the joy. And He is with you, too.
Call to Repentance
If you’ve been trying to earn your way into heaven, it’s time to stop striving and start surrendering. Today can be the day everything changes. The Bible says in 2 Corinthians 6:2, “Behold, now is the accepted time; behold, now is the day of salvation.” Don’t wait for a better moment. Turn from your sin, believe in the finished work of Jesus Christ on the cross, and receive the gift of eternal life. He is calling—respond to Him today.
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Tears in my eyes reading this.
Thank you for holding my story with such care. This was one of the hardest — and holiest — seasons of my life, and it means so much to see Theo’s life reflected through the lens of grace.
I prayed for survival, safety, joy…and God answered in His way — not mine, but better.
Our babies are not broken. They are beautifully, intentionally made. And faith doesn’t have to be perfect — just honest.
🤍 Grateful beyond words!