10/15/2026
🤍 October 15 | Pregnancy & Infant Loss Remembrance Day 🤍
This year, October 15 holds a deeper meaning for us. I never imagined I would be one of the mothers who understood the heartbreak of losing a baby before getting the chance to hold them.
Though our time was short, the love was real. The prayers were real. The dreams, the excitement, and the little life God created were all real.
I may never understand why our story unfolded the way it did, but I know that God is still good, even in the moments that don’t make sense. His love hasn’t changed, and His presence has never left us.
The LORD is close to the brokenhearted; He rescues those whose spirits are crushed.
Psalms 34:18
The Sunday prior, I wept at the altar.. knowing that a miracle could be done, but in my spirit I knew that was not the way this would unfold. So I wept. And as I wept, I heard the Lord tell me to rise up and be bold through this (Be bold? I had no idea what He meant in that moment). That everything was going to be okay. And so I did. I said yes, to God in that moment.
Four days later, I began to bleed.
I decided to get on my knees and go to the Lord. Not because I was begging for a miracle, but because He is my greatest comfort. I decided to trust Him fully through all of this.
And because I was letting Him truly carry me, I asked the Lord for 2 things that day:
1. To protect our hearts.
2. To take the pain away so I wasn't afraid to try again. (He knows you, don't forget that. He knows every part of you. Speak honestly to Him, always.)
In the middle of it, I chose to worship and look to God. When I tell you how Jesus carried me.. 😭
I didn't have a single cramp. I did wait too long to go to the hospital and ended up passing out and hitting my head from blood loss, getting staples in my head and a blood transfusion, BUT EVEN THEN, I didn't have any pain. The staples didn't hurt. My head didn't hurt. I had no bruises on my body from the fall. Still no cramping. NOTHING. The doctors kept asking me if I was in pain and I wasn't. I truly felt the presence of God the whole time. Then it clicked.. "be bold." I wanted to tell everyone what Jesus had done for me. How he held me through every moment.
He protected our hearts. That doesn't mean we didn't deal with any sadness afterwards, but we walked through it. We came out stronger and more ready than ever! Because the Holy Spirit never left us. Our family and friends surrounded us with love, prayers, gifts and time.
I talk to everyone about how Jesus carried us through this any time I get asked about having kids. And I tell them that we're so excited to try again in the future. People are often shocked by my joy when I talk about it. Even I questioned my heart for a little bit.. But then I said NO, I know the miracle Jesus gave to us. I know how He carried me and protected our hearts and no one will change that. I know where our sweet baby is. She's perfectly whole and safe in heaven and I will continue to boldly praise His holy name!
Honestly, I really wasn't sure how I would share this with everyone, because I really wanted to, but the timing never felt right. But then my dear friend who also lost her precious little one shared this day with me. And I knew it was time.
It’s funny how, when you share your testimony, not everyone will like it or understand it. It’s almost as if some expect us to stay miserable, completely broken, and consumed by grief. And that’s okay. Your testimony isn’t meant for everyone. It’s meant for the ones who need to hear it.
But what they don’t understand is that the only reason we aren’t is because of Jesus.
And THAT is my testimony through this season. Not that we haven’t experienced heartbreak. Not that we haven’t had difficult days. But that Jesus has carried us through every bit of it. His goodness hasn’t changed, and neither has His faithfulness.
And to every mother who is still grieving, still hurting, or struggling with the pain of losing a baby, I want to encourage you with this:
You can let Jesus carry it. He is strong enough. He is able. And He is willing.
You don’t have to carry that pain on your own.
That doesn’t mean you won’t have hard days. It doesn’t mean you won’t miss your baby. It doesn’t mean your baby wasn’t deeply loved. And it certainly doesn’t mean you’re a bad mother for choosing to walk in peace instead of remaining in sorrow.
We were never created to carry that kind of weight on our own.
You can grieve and still have joy. You can miss your baby and still have peace. You can experience heartbreak and still testify of God’s goodness.
Because healing doesn’t mean the love is gone. It means you’re allowing Jesus to carry what was never meant for you to carry alone. 🤍
Today, I remember our precious baby, Quinn Avery Murry, and every little life that left this earth far too soon.
To every mother who has experienced miscarriage, stillbirth, or infant loss, whether your loss was recent or many years ago, your baby mattered. Your grief matters. And you are not alone.
Loved from the very beginning. Remembered for a lifetime. Forever precious in the eyes of God. 🤍
