Whispers In The Quiet

The Whispered Prayers & Miracles of Hope

There are moments in life when faith feels fragile, when loss feels heavy, and the world offers no easy answers. This is one of those stories — a story of whispered prayers, unanswered questions, and a God who moves in the quiet spaces between sorrow and hope.

I carry a grief no mother should bear. My children’s father and I were expecting twin girls, though full term it would not be, as the Lord chose to take them home to Heaven. With this grief, on a day that I should have been celebrating my birthday and the two new lives that would have come with such a joyous occasion as twin daughters, instead it was a time of sorrow. I lost my little girls, Hannah and Heather — daughters I would never get to hold.

And unbeknownst then, I would also lose the daughter I birthed out of faith — my treasured Megan, the answer to my prayers, but for much different reasons.

There was so much heartache, yet when the Lord saw fit to send angels to tell me my daughters were with them and to give my heart a little peace from the ache that would wedge its sorrow in deep places — places that often feel like my soul is bleeding out. Though I trust in the Lord and have made room in my heart for the One who giveth and taketh away, it still did not replace a mother’s heartache who needed answers as I was in such grief.

You see, I trust that our Lord knows what He is doing, as life and death belong solely to Him. Though I was never told exactly all that caused the loss of my girls, their father swore he would take that awareness to his grave. He very well did, as he has passed on now, never having told me all that transpired between him and the physicians, or why we lost them in the first place. I was told later they were probably conjoined, sharing one heart, but that would never be confirmed as my children’s father gave strict instructions that I was not to be told anything surrounding the loss of my girls. I did go back to the hospital a few days later and asked for my records, but they insisted they had no records of me ever being there. I showed them the ID bracelet on my wrist with my name, admitting dates, and hospital name, but they insisted there were no records of me or the twins, and that I could not take their bodies to bury them because there wasn’t any proof other than the band on my arm that I had ever been there. They had me escorted out. That kind of hurt leaves scars — maybe not ones you can visibly see, but it leaves an embedded mark.

So on my drive home in the depths of that loss, I cried out to God and pleaded my case that I was finally ready to have a little girl. That I wanted a treasure I could teach what it means to be a daughter of God. This prayer, spoken in faith, was a fragile thread holding me steady in the storm.

I waited on the edge of our bed with my heart set on being with my husband and standing in faith that God would hear my broken heart and grant me my petition. When my husband returned from his parents, I asked him to be with me — quietly, simply. No passion, no fanfare — just a soft hope. He agreed, though he never believed I would conceive.

That night, in the stillness, I rose and prepared a feast — a small celebration of thanks to God, an unwavering faith whispered in silence, as an act of acknowledgment between me and my Lord for the life I had asked Him for, now growing inside me. From that moment on I declared I was pregnant with a daughter. Everyone thought I had lost my mind, speaking with such surety after such loss and so soon.

Following labor, it is routine to have a follow-up medical visit. Weeks later, at the doctor’s office, my husband accompanied me — determined to see that parameters were taken to ensure we wouldn’t conceive in the likely future. The doctor, seeing the soft gentle demeanor of my smile and folded hands steadily keeping quiet, declared, “Your wife looks rather satisfied that she is with child,” and so he insisted on a blood test. Thirty minutes later, in an apologetic tone to my then-bewildered husband, the doctor announced, “I am sorry, Mr. Wells, but your wife is indeed six weeks pregnant.” And I got my answered prayer — a little girl to call my own.

There were other issues and miracles to be had in Megan coming into the world. I carried her for ten months and three days. She had originally been due October 1st, which I did go into full labor. October 1st happens to have been both her father’s birthday and my mother’s birthday. But the medical team postponed delivery in fear her breathing was poor. So I waited. On my checkup on Halloween, the doctor said they could induce labor and I quickly exclaimed, “No thank you! I am not having a gothic daughter,” I told them. Well, God does have a sense of humor; as Megan’s daughter Amilia, many years later, would be born on Halloween.

There were some extenuating medical circumstances following the delivery of my daughter Megan. She was diagnosed with Down syndrome just after birth. We had not shared with anyone the news as we could hardly believe it. But I would love her no matter what, I told her father.

While we were at the hospital, we would receive repeated calls from my mother-in-law that Benjamin, my middle son, was frantic and needed to come see his baby sister. So I asked her to put Benjamin on the phone. Benjamin, her brother, only four and a half years old, was frantic with worry. He told us God had spoken to him — that Megan would be healed if he would lay hands on her head and believe. Having not yet told anyone of her illness, we knew that the telling of it was true.

My stepfather, a minister, brought Benjamin to the hospital under the guise of being his co-pastor for the day. Benjamin laid hands on his baby sister, praying for her healing when she was three days old.

On the sixth day, doctors could no longer explain it. The diagnosis was gone. Megan was healthy and healed.

We were filled with awestruck wonder at the little girl with frosted silver hair who looked like a baby doll — so sweet and precious. And thankful God gave me so many miracles that I would forever know the value of her worth to a mother’s heart that had once been so broken by grief.

She came into this world surrounded by whispers of grace and miracles, and yet the weight of absence still presses on.

There’s so much more to this story, with words I do not know how to express without causing harm, and so it may be left unsaid and unsettling. But my husband, years later, would leave the marriage, taking my daughter from me and leaving her to believe she has been unloved or unwanted. He left her with untruths that make her feel like she is an orphan now that he is gone. No matter my attempts, no amount of words I could ever say will ever be enough to undo the pain of decades of separation we have faced.

Misguided anger for the failure he created is a punishment I have been left to endure without end, and a daughter whose grief matches my own every single day. My prayers are that restoration will come with an outpouring of love — the kind of love that casts out all fear, heals the brokenhearted, and restores hope to our weary hearts.

If you have faced devastating loss and pain that is unimaginable, and family turns against family,
know that there is still a God who gives redemptive grace and stays close to the brokenhearted — a Comforter who will hold you in the nighttime hours and bind up all your grief if you will surrender the hurt, anger, and disappointment, so that you may have what your heart wishes for.

My little girl, I failed you, and it was with the heaviest of regrets. Nothing I did kept us together, but believe me, you never were far from my thoughts, and the wedge of pain has embedded your name on my heart to never forget. Sometimes our best isn’t enough when so many come against us.

Scriptures on Miracles, Hope, Restoration, and Grace

Miracles and God’s Power

• Matthew 19:26 — “With man this is impossible, but with God all things are possible.”
• Mark 10:27 — “Jesus looked at them and said, ‘With man it is impossible, but not with God. For all things are possible with God.’”
• John 14:12 — “Very truly I tell you, whoever believes in me will do the works I have been doing, and they will do even greater things than these…”
• Luke 18:27 — “What is impossible with man is possible with God.”
  Mark 9:23 – “Everything is possible for one who believes.”
• Luke 1:37 – “For no word from God will ever fail.”

Hope and Comfort

• Romans 15:13 — “May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit.”
• Psalm 34:18 — “The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.”
• Isaiah 41:10 — “So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you…”
• Jeremiah 29:11 — “For I know the plans I have for you… plans to give you hope and a future.”

Restoration and Redemption

• Joel 2:25 — “I will restore to you the years that the swarming locust has eaten…”
• Psalm 147:3 — “He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.”
• Isaiah 61:1 — “He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim freedom for the captives…”
• 2 Corinthians 5:17 — “Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, the new creation has come: The old has gone, the new is here!”
  Psalm 30:5 – “Weeping may stay for the night, but rejoicing comes in the morning.”
• 2 Corinthians 1:3-4 – “Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves receive

Grace and Forgiveness

• Ephesians 2:8-9 — “For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith—and this is not from yourselves, it is the gift of God—not by works…”
• 2 Corinthians 12:9 — “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.”
• Psalm 103:12 — “As far as the east is from the west, so far has he removed our transgressions from us.”

Enduring Heartache

• Romans 8:28 — “And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him…”
• James 1:2-4 — “Consider it pure joy… whenever you face trials… so that you may be mature and complete…”
• 2 Corinthians 1:3-4 — “The God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles…”

Family and Restoration

• Psalm 68:6 — “God sets the lonely in families…”
• Malachi 4:6 — “He will turn the hearts of the parents to their children, and the hearts of the children to their parents…”
• Ephesians 3:14-19 — Prayer for the family to be rooted and established in love.

A Prayer for Healing, Hope, and Restoration

Dear Heavenly Father,

You are the God of all comfort, the healer of broken hearts, and the restorer of families. In our deepest pain and darkest moments, You remain our refuge and strength. We thank You for the miracles You have already done and the ones yet to come.

Lord, breathe new life into our weary souls. Heal every wound, mend every broken relationship, and restore hope where there is despair. Help us to surrender our hurts, anger, and disappointments into Your loving hands, trusting in Your perfect timing and redemptive grace.

May Your peace, which surpasses all understanding, guard our hearts and minds. May Your love cast out all fear, and may Your Spirit comfort us in the night hours when the pain feels unbearable.

Thank You for the promise that all things are possible with You, and for the hope that no sorrow is too deep for Your healing touch. Strengthen us to endure, to trust, and to walk forward in faith.

In Jesus’ name, Amen.

From my quiet heart to yours , may you hear His whisper…

— Spring Lynn Booth

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