I’ve never had issues with my cycle before I went on BC. Since then, I’ve had 2 a month and then none for 3 months, then fell pregnant in October. I felt so afraid as we weren’t trying, and I asked God to help me through.

Well, I miscarried in December. Just days before Christmas. I felt angry and upset. Guilty. I was scared to do this, and then my baby died. Satan really gripped me those few months of going through grief, and honestly, some days he really tests me.

Little signs from God make me believe my rainbow is coming. It’s not easy, but I know God is faithful and near to the broken-hearted.

Asking for prayers as my OBGYN is encouraging me to do some tests to see what’s going on with my irregular periods. I’m going to do them. But I’m not going to lie, I’m very scared for the outcome. But again, God is faithful. There’s a reason for each season of our lives. ❤️