Trusting looks very different in the face of growing a life and all the new scary/exciting things that brings, than it does in a place of loss of life and the questions/unknowns that won’t be answered.
In some ways it felt like our miscarriage flew in the face of my trust. I felt let down in so many areas I was trusting him: to keep my loved ones safe, to guide me, that he is bigger than my failings, that he had a future for me to hope in, to give good gifts beyond my wildest dreams.
House of Stamm 