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The power of saying “Yes” when God calls you to do something…

Our Indiana Moms in the Making group almost didn’t exist this year.

At the time, I was already leading a Moms Made group and a small group at my church. I didn’t think I had the capacity to lead another one. Yet, as the semester start date approached, I began to sense the Holy Spirit calling me to step out and lead a second group—an in-person MITM group.

There were several perceived obstacles, and every time I began to list them in my mind, the Holy Spirit provided an answer.

“When would we meet? I don’t have time…”
Answer: “On the opposite Tuesday of your Moms Made group.”

“I think I missed the deadline…”
Answer: “Reach out and ask anyway.”

“Who’s even going to join…?”
Answer: “Leave that to Me (the Lord).”

Within a day of forming the group, two ladies joined. By the end of the semester, we were a group of six women—each with a unique story and each with a desperate need for connection and a hope-filled community.

I have met some of my closest friends this semester, and I wouldn’t have known them at all if I hadn’t said “Yes” to the prompting to lead.

I don’t know what God is calling you to do, but I do know this: When you answer with a resounding “Yes,” you will be amazed at what God does with your faithfulness.
My fertility journey started out rough. I became bitter and angry when others were getting pregnant, and I would question why things were so difficult for me. I lost touch with close friends who had children and removed myself from any conversation or gathering centered around kids or pregnancy. I even became distant from a close family member who got pregnant.

Once I found Moms in the Making, I began to realize that there is hope in the waiting. I found a community that understands what I’m going through and supports me through both the good times and the bad. I feel that MITM has brought me closer to God and strengthened my faith. God has now become the center of my daily routine. I look to Him daily through prayer, praising Him, worshiping Him, repenting, and resting in Him. He has provided me with so much rest, peace, and hope through His strength.

I feel so powerful and free knowing my journey is in the Lord’s hands. He has taken away my fear, worries, anxiety, and stress. All I have to do is trust, anticipate, and hope in Him. I never thought I would say this, but I am thankful for my waiting season, as it has brought me closer to Him and has given me the opportunity to praise Him for His strength and the miracles He blesses us with. I would not be where I am today without Him.
I experienced God’s supernatural healing during the recent Moms in the Making conference this past October! I had been dealing with persistent issues in my foot, receiving physical therapy once a week, seeing a foot doctor every other month, and even wearing orthotics daily to help with the pain. I couldn’t stand for long periods without my feet literally collapsing from the extreme pain.

When I went to the conference, I was expecting God to move in my life. So, when they asked for prayer requests on the last night, I immediately spoke up about my foot because I knew I needed healing. After the prayer and laying on of hands, I felt the power of Jesus’ healing touch. I was able to walk and run—pain-free!

Now, months later, I am still walking in my healing, completely pain-free in my foot. I know Jesus as my personal healer, and I will never be the same!
In March of 2021, my husband and I found out we were pregnant with our son via IVF. After a 3.5-year wait, we welcomed him into our family with great joy in November 2021.

During my recovery from a C-section, I began an intense struggle with postpartum anxiety and depression. It was a very dark season—one I never would have expected after receiving our miracle. The enemy is tricky and deceiving that way. The lies he spoke to me were never louder than when I held our son. After months of wrestling with all of this, I finally began working with a Christian counselor virtually, and for the first time, I felt seen and heard.

Through our intensive work together and the power of the Holy Spirit, healing began. After several months, I felt empowered to ask for help when I needed it. I became comfortable taking authority over the lies the enemy spoke. These seemingly small wins rebuilt my faith. I began speaking life, healing, and redemption over my heart again. I could feel the Lord moving and working.

In the midst of my healing, I continued to co-lead our local Moms in the Making group. I’ve always had a passion for walking alongside other women in the wait and pointing them back to Jesus. But while this ministry was still incredibly needed, I deeply desired a community for moms who had walked through infertility.

At the time, there were virtual Moms Made groups, but the Lord kept stirring my heart to lead an in-person group. The enemy tried to silence that by saying, “You’re not ready.” I’m here to remind you: the Lord equips the called. He took one of the most challenging, dark seasons of my life and birthed something beautiful out of it. In July 2023, our local Moms Made group began meeting.

This group has been everything I hoped it would be and more. It includes breaking off lies and generational curses. It’s about being in the Word and calling each other higher as moms. It’s praying and contending for our children—believing they will walk out their lives in fierce boldness because their mamas’ hearts are healed, restored, and supported. Forever grateful for this Moms in the Making community!
My husband and I began our fertility journey unexpectedly in June 2021. We had just gotten married in December 2020 and were surprised to find ourselves pregnant that June. Little did we know, our baby had no heartbeat, marking the start of a dark chapter in our lives.

After a year of mourning, we decided to try again, and I found myself pregnant at what felt like the worst possible time. The morning after I took a positive pregnancy test in March 2023, I experienced heavy bleeding with significant clots, and I just knew we had lost another baby.

This loss pushed us deeper into our journey of trusting God to grant us the family we desired. In May 2023, I discovered I was pregnant again, seemingly with a twin of the baby we lost. We thought this was our answered prayer. Our baby girl had an incredibly strong heartbeat. However, we missed the warning signs that something was wrong. My progesterone levels were extremely low, and she was diagnosed with what is known as Turner syndrome.

As we noticed her heartbeat slowing and a lack of growth, the doctor reassured us that nothing was wrong. Then, at 16 weeks, we found out she had unexpectedly passed away in the womb at 13 weeks, and soon after, we lost another baby. It was during this difficult time that I was introduced to Moms in the Making, where I met other women navigating their own grief and struggles to start families. For the first time on this journey, I didn’t feel alone.

In the three years of our marriage, we had lost three children. Having others who understood our struggle meant everything to me. During this period, several people shared that they felt God was preparing us for something, but we didn’t expect it would be for a baby.

I was scheduled for surgery that would hopefully help me stay pregnant, as we hadn’t found answers for my unexpected miscarriages. I was terrified, but God worked a miracle and I got pregnant again. My hormone levels were normal, and our baby girl was born on September 13, 2024. Glory to God—He answered our prayers.
After almost five years of unexplained infertility, we went to the fertility clinic in August 2023. We had an amazing experience with our provider and decided to try three medicated rounds before considering IUI. They performed an HSG test at the beginning of the first cycle in October, which unfortunately revealed a large polyp that could be causing my issues and would need to be removed. We proceeded with the trigger shot and planned to wait until my cycle started over, just in case.

Surgery never happened… On October 29th, I got my first two pink lines ever. Then, on November 1st, they called with my blood test results and confirmed I was indeed pregnant! November marked exactly five years of our journey!

I could write a book on how God showed Himself throughout the rest of my pregnancy, but He truly showed up during the birth of our miracle boy on July 23rd, 2024. I had no issues with blood pressure the entire time I was pregnant, but during labor, I developed PRES (similar to pre-eclampsia). I had to be transferred from my dream birth at the birth center with my midwife to a C-section at the hospital. I experienced swelling on my brain and was blind for over 24 hours. But God!!! He gave me back my sight, lowered my blood pressure, and after a week, both my little man and I were home, safe and sound.

As I write this today with my three-month-old miracle snoozing on my chest, I cherish this simple moment that satan worked hard to convince me would never be… but God!!!
My infertility journey started six years ago. I joined Moms in the Making back in 2019, and it didn’t take long for me to realize that being a part of this community was life-changing. In 2020, I began leading my own group. We went through many treatments and years of waiting, being still and trusting the Lord’s direction.

In 2022, we felt led by God toward embryo adoption. We adopted three embryos and experienced a miscarriage with the first transfer. Our second transfer worked, but I ended up in the hospital at 20 weeks pregnant. I missed the conference last year because I was still in the hospital.

Attending the conference this year was nothing short of a redemption story for me. Not only was it redemptive because I finally got to attend, but the conference theme centered on the very verse that had carried me through my entire six-year journey. On top of that, I had my miracle baby this year—the one I prayed and believed for so faithfully at every conference over the past five years.

I spent three months in a hospital room, and in December of last year, we welcomed our miracle at 32 weeks. Both him and I are walking, living testimonies of the miracles God can and will do.

Here’s something I’ve learned about testimonies: they happen every day, in many different ways. God is constantly writing your story. When I look back over the six years that led me to this point, I can see how He was woven into all the details.

The community, prayers, and people believing with and for me during these years—even when mine and Sunny’s lives were at risk—are what Moms in the Making is all about. It’s a sisterhood of believers who rally behind you, celebrate with you, and stand by you on your worst days.

I’m forever grateful for the testimonies written throughout our six-year journey and for the ones I know God will continue to write.
I have had stage 4 endometriosis and PCOS since I was 17. These conditions have caused many challenges in my life, affecting relationships—whether with family, friends, or in intimate connections. Despite this, God has graciously given me an understanding partner who has been there through the infertility journey and chronic pain. However, it has still been difficult to grasp God’s side of it all, as I sometimes feel alone in dealing with my part of the struggle.

Through the conference, I gained valuable insight into marriage and a new perspective on my partner’s experience with male fertility. I’ve learned to lean on God more, to be a more supportive partner, while still acknowledging my own emotions and pain. I also learned how to manage my reaction to the “cliché phrases” people say to comfort me, so I don’t immediately fall into resentment.

I’m very grateful I had the opportunity to attend my first conference!
During our infertility journey, I faced one of the darkest periods of my life and spiritual journey. Alongside the repeated disappointments in our fertility efforts, the pandemic claimed my father and grandmother within a month, and my husband lost his job. We hit rock bottom. In the spring of 2023, I discovered Moms in the Making through an infertility Facebook group. Unsure of what to expect, I joined seeking support from faith sisters on this journey. Despite joining late, the group welcomed me with open arms, allowing me to openly share my pain and struggles.

Through the studies and support I received, I began to process everything I had been through. As the fall conference approached, our leader strongly encouraged us to attend. Initially facing scheduling conflicts, I was uncertain if I could go. However, winning a contest provided me with a discounted ticket, prompting my husband and me to rearrange our plans and travel to Texas together. I took a leap of faith, traveling and staying in a hotel room alone. Upon arrival and receiving my conference goodie bag, I felt seen and loved.

At the conference, my cup was filled. Meeting other women from my group in person felt like reconnecting with long-lost friends. The “shout of mourning” breakout session helped me release more of the pain I had been holding inside. After the conference, my husband noticed the newfound happiness and joy within me. The experience helped me embrace joy regardless of our circumstances. The following month, we began our IVF journey with renewed hope and joy, knowing that God is on our side and has good plans for our family!
Earlier this year, my husband and I were overjoyed to find out that we were expecting a baby boy, who is set to arrive any day now. Everything seemed to be going well at first. I was very sick, but I was so happy and grateful for my baby that I barely minded. At our 12-week ultrasound, I brought my husband and my mom so they could both see the baby. A few moments into our appointment, I could tell something was off. The provider asked my husband to please have a seat and proceeded to say, “The good news is that you definitely have a baby growing inside your uterus; however…” I couldn’t fully process everything at that moment other than hearing phrases like “compatibility with life” and “we’re so sorry.”

It turns out that our son had something called a cystic hygroma, which is an abnormal buildup of fluid at the back of his neck. We were referred to maternal-fetal medicine in the city, where one doctor told us that our baby had Down syndrome and immediately offered an abortion. When we refused, the doctor became condescending and told us we didn’t understand what we were getting into. We decided to get a new doctor. Our high-risk doctor has been a blessing from God. After seeing so many specialists who insisted on referring to our baby as “the fetus” and pushing invasive testing, it was a breath of fresh air to have a doctor who saw my baby as a patient, not just a specimen.

Even well into my second trimester and beyond, every new doctor would ask if I was still committed to the pregnancy and made sure to let me know that abortion was still an option. Our doctor informed us that while our baby didn’t have a chromosomal disorder, the cystic hygroma was so large that they were very concerned it would begin to suffocate him as he grew. They respected our decision to continue the pregnancy but began preparing us for the possibility that we might not be leaving the hospital with him. Despite this, God gave us such peace. I’m thrilled to share that after much prayer, his last ultrasound showed a completely miraculous healing! Thank you Lord!