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💔 My infant died. Where is God in this? I had a perfect pregnancy. Every appointment showed her healthy. Right on track. No complications. We tried for over a year for her. We definitely thought she was an answered prayer. A few days before my due date I went into labor. Went to the hospital. No heartbeat. I had to labor my first baby knowing she was already dead. And the only question I had — the only one that mattered — was why did He need to take my little girl. I never thought losing her would steal my faith too. Not my belief in God — I've always held onto that somehow. It's the quiet things that slipped away. Opening my Bible in the morning without dreading it. Reading a verse without feeling it was aimed at me like an accusation. Praying without feeling like my words were hitting a ceiling and falling back down. Some days, even picking up the Bible felt like picking up the thing that had failed me. 😣 And the worst part? Nobody around me saw what was happening on the inside. They just saw me going quiet. Withdrawing. Closing the book. They kept sending verses. Philippians 4:6. Matthew 5:4. Numbers 6:24. Word after word after word. And I know they meant well. But I couldn't feel any of it. 💔 Losing her was the breaking point. We had tried for over a year for her. A girl. Our first. We definitely thought she was an answered prayer. Perfect pregnancy. Every appointment right on track. No warnings. No signs. A few days before her due date — no heartbeat. I had to labor my first baby knowing she was already dead. She was beautiful. Wrapped in the umbilical cord. Could've been gone for days before my body knew. 😭 I'm not angry at God. I know I don't have the right to question it. But I was really really struggling. I felt the need to rationalize but I couldn't. I was just broken and hurting. Why did He need to take my little girl? People came. People said things. "God is sovereign and His ways are not our ways." "The upside is your baby girl gets into heaven." "God gave you another day — use it for good." 😣 I wanted to believe them. I wanted the verses to land somewhere. But they just sat on the surface and disappeared. Not because they weren't true. Because I had no way into them. No context. No understanding of who wrote them, when, why, what was happening when those words were first put on a page. Just words aimed at my wound without anyone showing me what they actually meant. And a God who felt completely silent in the worst season of my life. That's when I found the 52-week guided Bible study. I almost didn't open it. I had tried reading my Bible through the grief and it made everything worse. But something in me said — try one more time. It walks you through the entire Bible — one theme at a time, from Genesis to Revelation. All 66 books. Every major story. Every letter. Every prophecy. But before you read anything each week — it gives you a short explanation of exactly what you're about to get into. Who wrote it. When. Why. What was happening in the world at the time. And how every single page connects to the God who has been present in human suffering since the very first page. Not just a reading plan that gives you chapters and a schedule. A guided study that gives you understanding before you read — so that when the words arrive, they actually land somewhere. The Bible is 66 books written across 1,500 years by 40 different people. Without anyone explaining who wrote each part and why — the most comforting words ever written can feel like a locked door. This study was the first thing in my grief that opened that door. 💚 Here's what happened. I turned to the section on loss. And right there — before the reading — was a page that explained what I was about to read. Who wrote it. When. Why. What was actually happening when those words were written. For the first time, the words had a shape I could hold. Week 2-3: I read 2 Samuel 12. King David. His child died. Not an infant in someone else's story — his child. His son. And he said something I had never heard anyone read at a funeral. "I shall go to him. But he will not return to me." Not why. Not God's plan. Not sovereign mystery. Just — I will go to her. 😭 I had to stop reading. Because for the first time someone in the Bible had asked the same question I was asking. And God didn't answer why. He gave something better than why. He gave certainty about where. Week 4-6: I read the Psalms with context. The study explained that David wrote many of them from caves. Running for his life. Abandoned. Terrified. Crying out to a God who felt completely silent. "My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?" He said it. Out loud. In Scripture. God didn't punish him for the question. He kept every word of it in the Book. For thousands of years. So a woman lying awake in a house that should have had a baby crying in it could find it — and know she wasn't the first to scream into the silence. Week 6-8: John 11:35. Two words. "Jesus wept." The study explained what was happening in that moment. Jesus was standing at Lazarus's tomb knowing He was about to raise him from the dead. He could see the ending. And He still wept. He didn't stand above the grief. He stepped into it. 💚 That changed everything. Not a God who watched from a distance and called it sovereign. A God who stood at the grave of someone He loved and cried. A God who knows exactly what it costs to lose a child. Because He lost one too. Week 10-12: 2 Corinthians 1:3. "The Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles." The study explained who Paul was writing to. A church being hunted. Persecuted. Living in daily loss and fear. Not comfort for easy seasons. Comfort for the absolute worst. And the God of all comfort wasn't offering an explanation. He was offering Himself. 💕 By month four something had shifted. Not the grief — the grief is still there. But the silence isn't. The God who felt absent turned out to have been speaking the whole time. I just needed someone to finally show me what He was saying. One evening I sat with my Bible open to Psalm 56. "You keep track of all my sorrows. You have collected all my tears in your bottle." The study explained what David was going through when he wrote that. Running. Terrified. Convinced God had forgotten him. And still — God counting every tear. 😭 I thought about my daughter. And I thought — He counted those too. Every one of them. He saw her. He knew her. He held her before I ever could. And one day — just like David said — I will go to her. And here's what I didn't expect. The study didn't just help me survive the grief. It rebuilt my faith from the ground up. For the first time in my adult life — I started every morning at the kitchen table with my coffee and this study instead of my phone. Not out of obligation. Not because someone told me I should. Because I wanted to. Because for the first time the Bible felt like a conversation with someone who knew exactly where I had been. I'd read something and think about it all day. Verses I had skimmed a hundred times suddenly meant something completely new — because I finally had the context to understand what they were actually saying. Romans 8:28 — "All things work together for good." I used to read that and feel accused. The study showed me who Paul was writing to — a church in Rome being persecuted, hunted, living in daily terror. He wasn't saying God planned the bad things. He was saying: even here, even in this, God has not abandoned you. That verse went from feeling like a wound to feeling like a promise. And I started building my faith on promises I finally understood. Not promises someone told me were there. Promises I had read for myself. In context. With understanding. My husband noticed first. He said — you seem different. I said — I finally know the God I've been claiming my whole life. Because knowing about God and actually knowing Him are two completely different things. This study is what finally closed that gap. HERE'S WHAT I WANT YOU TO KNOW: Your grief isn't a sign God abandoned you. And the Bible that felt empty after your worst day isn't broken. You were reading it without context. And without context the most comforting words ever written sound like the cruelest. But when you read those same words with someone explaining who wrote them, when, why, and what was happening — the God who felt silent turns out to have been speaking the whole time. ❤️ Don't let grief steal your faith the way it almost stole mine. Don't let your worst day be the last day you heard from God. 💔 Every week you carry this alone with a closed Bible is another week in the silence when His voice is right there on the page. The Word was written for the worst night of your life. It was written by people who had been exactly where you are. And it has an answer. Not to why. To where. And to who has been with you the whole time. ⭐ Over 25,000 women have used this study to finally understand the Bible they've been carrying their whole lives ⭐ Over 6,000 five-star reviews from women who found God in the pages when He felt completely absent Right now it's 62% off with a free pen pack and a 30-day money-back guarantee. 👇 Tap below and grab yours before they sell out.