Savannah’s Unparalyzed story

Unparalyzed in Grief: One Bride’s Journey Through Miscarriage, Faith, and Submission

Many say the first year of marriage is the most difficult. Two imperfect people learning how to live in unity, submit to one another through Christ, and love deeply—all while being refined by accountability, humility, and spiritual growth. Add to that repeated grief, and it’s easy to wonder: Could this truly be part of God’s plan?

In September 2022, I married the love of my life, Jeremiah. Two weeks before our wedding, I received a difficult diagnosis—Hashimoto’s and PCOS. I was told I might never conceive. But within our first year of marriage, I became pregnant not once, but four times. Each time brought hope. Each time ended in loss. And through each miscarriage, God led me on a deeply personal, faith-based journey of transformation, surrender, and healing.

Miscarriage One: Submission

Even as a new wife, submission was already on my heart. As an independent business owner, it wasn’t easy to submit to an imperfect man—or to trust God’s design for marriage in suffering. No one tells you how to prepare for miscarriage.

I was a little over eight weeks pregnant when I began bleeding on Thanksgiving morning. I spent over six hours in the emergency room, only to be told, “You need to wait and see.” That night, while hosting family dinner, I was silently crying out to the Lord.

“How do I save my baby? How do I survive this pain?”

Then the Word came to me—1 Corinthians 6:19-20. My body is not my own. I am the temple of the Holy Spirit. If it was my time to go, I was willing. If it was my child’s time, they were never truly mine to begin with. That scripture brought peace, and I allowed my body to let go. My baby passed naturally in the days that followed.

Miscarriage Two: Identity

Weeks later, I miscarried again—this time on Christmas morning. Losing my second child during a celebration of Christ’s birth was deeply humbling. But as I cried out to God, Ephesians 2:10 reminded me: We are His workmanship. My babies were His. I am His. Their calling was complete in eternity. I found my identity in Christ, not in the outcomes of my motherhood journey.

Miscarriage Three: God’s Timing

Six months into marriage, I conceived again. We prayed fervently and trusted this pregnancy was covered. But nearing nine weeks, the signs came again. This loss was gentler, but I still wrestled with why. I sought God in the silence and found Him in Isaiah 60:22: “I, the Lord, will hasten it in its time.”

We had never asked God what His timing was for children. When we finally did, the answer was clear: Not now. We repented together and asked the Lord to align our hearts with His perfect plan, whether through natural birth, adoption, or simply patience.

Miscarriage Four: Faithfulness

When I became pregnant again in August, we were surprised. This time, it didn’t feel like our desire—it felt like His doing. But near nine weeks, I knew another loss was coming. My husband left for a men’s retreat, and I spent that week alone with the Lord.

I found myself on the floor, face down, crying like the woman who touched the hem of Jesus’s garment. I longed to be healed. Then Matthew 8 came alive in my spirit. Jesus marveled at the centurion’s faith, not proximity.

In that moment, I remembered: I carry the Holy Spirit within me. God could heal if He chose. If not, He was still faithful. Healing would come on His terms, not mine. I surrendered again, knowing my children were already whole in His presence.

A New Understanding of Joy

Reading Unparalyzed helped me process this season. I connected with the hourly surrender, the struggle to remain hopeful, and the spiritual strength that comes only through deep refinement.

Joy no longer comes from what the world defines as success—babies, timing, or control. It comes from submission. From saying “yes” to God in the valley. From knowing what God says about my value, my purpose, and the children I’ve released to His eternal care.

Romans 8 says it best. Growth doesn’t happen on the mountaintop. It happens in the thickets and shadows, where fruit is formed. My children are with the Lord. I am a mother. And I am Unparalyzed, not because everything went as planned, but because the Holy Spirit is within me.

I am a daughter of the Most High King.

My children are too.

And they know more peace than I can imagine.

#Unparalyzed #UnparalyzedMovement