To our joy, early in the year we found I was pregnant. Sadly, I miscarried in March.
I was very, very upset. That night when we got home I laid down in bed, in the dark and in agony. I was hurting both physically and emotionally, and prayed to my Heavenly Father, complaining that the pain and sadness was too much, and asked him to take it away.
|Jesus Praying in Gethsemane: from lds.org|
There was no light for me that night, and all of the pain and burden remained; but I felt the Lord's presence and my strength renewed.
In the days following I wondered if the Lord, who knew infinite sorrow and suffering, had joy and happiness equal to His pain. It seemed only fair to me, but I really didn't know and I wasn't getting a clear answer by prayer and study.
Life went on. I recovered and stayed busy with work and church callings, and in a few months we were happy to find I was pregnant again. It was not an easy pregnancy. I got morning sickness (what a misnomer) rather badly, but it passed and I was able to work through Christmas.
Sometimes that Lord does not take our troubles away. Frequently we need the strengthening exercise but He is always with us in the journey.