Solomon and I started dating three years ago. We met one day after church service. As an elder in the church, he took my number and started checking up on me every now and then.

From there, we became friends. He would come around to my university and we would talk for hours. We talked about life, about school, about our hopes and fears. We shared what we had learned during our personal devotions and encouraged each other in our walk with God.

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I had always wanted a man like him. A man who knows God, trusts God, and loves God for himself. The Bible tells us that a husband should love his wife just as Christ loved the church. Imagine being loved that way. Imagine having a man who strives to love you with patience, sacrifice, and grace. Seeing all these qualities in him made it easy to believe he would be a great partner. It became easy to let myself fall for him.

And just like that, we started dating.

Before we officially got into the relationship, we put some rules in place. The Bible tells us to flee from sexual sin, and we promised each other that we would do just that. We tried to be intentional about setting boundaries. We avoided situations that we thought could tempt us.

We also talked a lot about marriage. We agreed that everything we were doing would be geared towards preparing and praying for marriage. We were not dating aimlessly. We believed we were building toward a future together.

I was still in school at this time and life was difficult. Difficult in terms of learning, school fees, finances, and even my faith. When Solo had, he gave me. He showed up when things were hard, and our plans for marriage slowly started taking shape. He has come to see my family, taken the list, and we have bought some items on the list. The others are still pending. He is my fiancé now

But now, we have a problem.

I am pregnant, and Solomon is fully responsible for it.

Yes, I know we made vows to each other. We promised that we would wait. We promised we would flee from sexual sin. But the flesh got the better of us, and here we are.

Ever since those two lines appeared on the test kit, I have been restless.

I am afraid. I am disappointed. I am confused.

Alongside all of that, there is a deep reflection happening within me about my faith, my vows, my future, and the kind of woman I thought I was. Isn’t God disappointed in me? What will be my punishment? What happens to the promises I made to Him? What does this say about my character and my walk with Christ?

I know many people will read this and immediately focus on the fact that we had sex before marriage. Trust me, I have already replayed that reality in my mind more times than I can count. I know what we said we would never do. I know the standards we held ourselves to.

But beyond the guilt and disappointment, there is also another reality.

There is a child.

A child conceived by two people who genuinely love each other and who had every intention of getting married.

I am ashamed of myself. I am grieving the version of my story that I had imagined. A beautiful wedding, then a child. What will people say? The thought of it terrifies me. I fear what people in church will say. I wonder how I will be perceived. I wonder whether people will look at me and only see my mistake.

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Right now, I am seeking sincere advice from mature and understanding people. How do I navigate this situation wisely? How do I handle the emotional, spiritual, and practical sides of this moment without losing myself? How do I hold on to my faith when I feel like I have fallen short of everything I believed I should be?

Any guidance, encouragement, or honest advice would be deeply appreciated.

—Mary
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