Destiny’s Story: A Story of Hope and Trust

In September 2020, just before starting school, I felt a strong inner conviction to end my relationship with my boyfriend. We had been dating since June and living in a way that I came to believe was not good for me emotionally, spiritually, or mentally. For me, I’ve come to understand that some choices, while common, can quietly harm our sense of self, our relationships, and even our peace of mind. One of those, in my case, was being physically intimate outside of the commitment of marriage.

I really loved him, and breaking up was one of the hardest decisions I had ever made. Part of me deeply wanted to stay. But we didn’t share the same values or vision for the future, and I had come to believe that there was something better for me—even if I couldn’t see it yet. Despite the heartbreak, I felt a deep peace that I was doing the right thing.

Just two weeks after the breakup, I found out I was pregnant. It was my first child.

To my surprise, I wasn’t scared—I was excited. I had always dreamed of becoming a mother. Even though it wasn’t how I imagined it would happen, the pregnancy felt like a gift. At first, I even thought this might be a sign that my ex and I were meant to be together after all.

Before telling him, I spent time reflecting and grounding myself. I found comfort in the belief that if I kept putting one foot in front of the other and stayed true to my values, things would work out. And somehow, they did.

When I shared the news with my ex, sitting in his car in a parking lot, he was shocked. I knew he cared about me and would love this baby. But our differences—especially when it came to what we believed—were still there.

Those next few months were incredibly hard. We went back and forth—not about the pregnancy, but about our relationship. For me, having someone who shared my deeper beliefs and values was essential, especially with a baby on the way. I didn’t want him to change just for me—that’s not how real belief or personal growth works. I wanted him to figure out what he truly believed on his own terms.

Over time, that’s what happened. He began asking questions and seeking answers, and something shifted in him—not because I pushed him, but because he was genuinely searching. What happened in his journey is a reminder that big questions about life, purpose, and meaning often come without pressure or judgment—and they can bring clarity and peace when we least expect it.

Not long after, he proposed—just four weeks before my due date. We had a small backyard wedding during the pandemic, and even though it wasn’t the wedding I had imagined, it was exactly what we needed. Just weeks later, our daughter was born after a challenging delivery and an emergency c-section.

Marriage and motherhood haven’t been easy. The differences that once pulled us apart didn’t magically disappear. But I held onto the belief that if I stayed committed to what mattered most, I wouldn’t be walking the journey alone. And that has proven true. Through every challenge, I’ve grown stronger—not only as a woman, wife, and mother, but also in my faith and sense of purpose.

Today, my husband and I are happily married with two beautiful children. Looking back, I see how every hard decision, every act of trust, and every moment of uncertainty led me here.

If you’re a woman facing an unexpected pregnancy, I want you to know this: There is hope. Choosing to continue a pregnancy can feel overwhelming, but it can also lead to a deeper strength and purpose than you ever imagined. You are not alone. You are more capable than you think. And there is a way forward, one step at a time.