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ЁЯТТ What Changes When You Truly Put God at the Center?

Have you ever read a Bible verse and thought, This sounds beautiful… but does it really work in real life?

I finally lived the answer.

“Trust in the Lord with all your heart,
and do not rely on your own insight.”
Proverbs 3:5 

This verse was something I practiced during my second pregnancy and it changed everything.

Both my pregnancies were different. And the biggest reason wasn’t my age, my body, or medical advances. It was how much I involved God — not occasionally, but intentionally.

Seven Years Ago: Faith Present, Fear in Control

My first pregnancy was seven years ago. I prayed then too  but my faith wasn’t strong enough to quiet my fear. I was deeply influenced by others and slowly began believing that labour would be unbearable.

So when cramping started, panic followed. And the panic only amplified the pain.

There was yelling.
There was worry.
There was very little peace.

I wanted a normal delivery, but neither my mind nor my body had fully accepted that it was possible. More importantly, I hadn’t invited God into every decision. I carried my worries myself instead of offering them back to Him in prayer.

“Anxiety in a man’s heart weighs him down.”
Proverbs 12:25 

That experience didn’t end with delivery.

The Postpartum I Wasn’t Prepared For

After my first birth, I struggled. I was slightly depressed and felt a quiet disconnection from my child. At the time, I didn’t fully understand it.

Looking back now, I see how much the labour experience  and my inability to cope with the physical and emotional changes of the fourth trimester  played a role. I wasn’t prepared for both the labour and the after birth. Also I was too focused on me rather than my child as I tried to carry it all alone. 


This Time, Everything Started With God

This pregnancy was different from the very beginning. Preparation didn’t start in the third trimester but it started with conception.

There were specific, directed prayers and God led me to the right resources, the right people, and the right mindset. 

Alongside prayer, I prepared intentionally: labour classes, reading VBAC testimonials, and surrounding myself with voices that spoke possibility instead of fear.

Slowly, my mind and body were being trained together through faith and through effort. I learned to trust God above the noise of the world that said, “If the first was a C-section, the second will be too.”

“Be still, and know that I am God.”
Psalm 46:10 

A Different Labour  And a Different Postpartum

This time, I entered labour with surrender, not panic. God wasn’t someone I turned to when things got difficult — He was present in every decision.

And the difference didn’t stop at delivery.

My postpartum journey this time has been the complete opposite. I feel present. Connected. Involved. When challenges arise whether physical or emotional I surrender them in prayer instead of spiraling into worry.

There is a quiet steadiness now. A positive outlook. Not because everything is easy, but because I no longer carry it alone.

“Cast all your anxieties on him, for he cares about you.”
1 Peter 5:7 

What I Learned Through Both Journeys

Faith doesn’t eliminate pain.
But it transforms how we walk through it.

The difference between my two pregnancies wasn’t effort but it was putting God at the center, not just asking Him for an outcome.

Same woman.
Same body.
Completely different experience.

Because this time God was in the center of my journey.


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Jan 10, 2026

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