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My Daily Musings-Feb.13th, 2026

There have been moments in my life when the pain felt almost too heavy to carry—like my heart was being trampled under the weight of it.

One of those moments came after my miscarriage.

I was heartbroken. I was confused. And if I’m being completely honest, I was angry. Angry at the situation. Angry at the loss. Even angry at my Heavenly Father for allowing something I wanted so deeply to be taken away. Little did I know at the time that this would be my only chance to be a mother in this life.

One day, not long after, I knelt down to pray. But it didn’t feel like a peaceful, reverent prayer. It was messy. I sobbed. I cried out. I even raised my voice. I poured everything out—every question, every ache, every ounce of anger.

And afterward, I felt lighter.

Not because I had all the answers. Not because the pain was suddenly gone. But because I had given my broken heart to Someone who truly cared.

That experience changed my prayers. It strengthened my testimony of the power of prayer. I learned that Heavenly Father is not afraid of our emotions. He does not turn away from our anger or our sorrow. He invites it. He listens—any time of the day or night.

Since then, when I find myself in deep waters, I try to remember that I don’t have to stay composed in prayer. I just have to be honest.

Maybe sometimes the most powerful prayers aren’t polished.

They’re cried.

Reflection Questions:

• Have you ever held back your true feelings in prayer? What might change if you let yourself be completely honest with Heavenly Father?
• When was a time you felt lighter after pouring your heart out to God?

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