This past fall my husband and I were welcomed into a community no one wants to be a part of: those who have miscarried a baby. Here are four ways people ministered to us in our suffering.

When a married couple in their mid-thirties visits your church, you might ask them, “How many children do you have?” If the couple states, “We don’t have any children,” how do you respond?

I was twenty-two years old the first time my husband and I lost a baby. All the hope I had in a God who loved me—who fought for my best—was gone as well, replaced by numbing grief and disbelief that God still loved me after he had let that happen. Yet, even in the horrible pain and loss of miscarriage, God had not abandoned my husband and me.