If you’re here, thank you—for reading, for caring, and for being part of our story.

Motherhood has always been written on my heart. When my husband, David, and I were married in 2018, we dreamed of a future filled with children, laughter, and family traditions. I never imagined that becoming a mother—and trying to grow our family—would become the hardest fight of our lives.

In 2019, I was diagnosed with Stage 4 endometriosis. What should have been a joyful season quickly turned into years of doctor visits, surgeries, painful treatments, unanswered prayers, and daily physical pain. This diagnosis has affected every part of my life—physically, emotionally, spiritually, and financially.

Through relentless faith, endless appointments, and a strength I didn’t know I had, God blessed us with our miracle—our son, Samuel. He was conceived through IVF in April 2021, and I will never forget the phone call telling us we were pregnant.

Samuel was born on December 4, 2021, five weeks early during COVID. His arrival made me a proud NICU Mama and reminded me once again of God’s faithfulness.

(Another story for another time.)

Samuel is living proof that miracles do happen, even in impossible circumstances. My body fought hard to create two embryos, and God carried us through every step. HE is a miracle worker!

…….But the journey did not end there.

Living with endometriosis means living with daily, chronic pain—pain that doesn’t pause for motherhood, responsibilities, or hope. Over the past six years, my physical and mental health have been tested in ways I never imagined. Some days, the pain is so severe it’s hard to function. Yet, I continue to push forward because I am a wife, a mother, a TEACHER—and because I still believe our family is not complete.

At the beginning of 2024, I felt a deep conviction to try again—not because it would be easy, but because hope refused to leave my heart. This time, the process was heavier and far more emotional. The tears were constant. The exhaustion was real. And through it all, my son Samuel became my comfort—wiping my tears and reminding me WHY I keep fighting.

On May 27, 2025, just two days before my 37th birthday, we transferred our last embryo. We shared the news with only a few family members and friends, praying and believing for another miracle. One week later, we received the devastating call that the transfer was not successful.

In that moment, I fell to my knees. Time stood still. The grief, heartbreak, and disbelief were overwhelming—and they still are. Thank You, Lord, for our village, for their presence, prayers, and constant encouragement.

Despite the loss, we continued with additional medical procedures, each carrying emotional and financial weight—each one ending without success.

Fertility treatments are incredibly costly, and unfortunately, insurance does not cover most fertility-related care. Over the years, we have quietly and faithfully carried the financial burden of procedures, medications, testing, and appointments. This journey has stretched us in every way.

This season of life has also shown us something beautiful—the power of community. We have been deeply loved, prayed for, and encouraged. Friends have gently urged us to step out in faith and allow others to come alongside us in this journey.

Today, I am asking for help—not because we’ve lost hope, but because we still believe.

I believe in the power of prayer.

I believe in community.

I believe in people coming together to lift up a mother who is simply trying to grow her family.

Every donation, every prayer, and every word of encouragement helps ease the financial burden and brings us one step closer to continuing this journey.

This isn’t just about treatments or procedures—it’s about hope.

It’s about a mother’s heart that longs to give her child a sibling.

I don’t know how this story will end—but I trust the Author. I will continue to seek Him, praise Him, and believe every step of the way.

From the bottom of our hearts, thank you—for praying, hoping, crying, cheering, and waiting with us. Through it all, we remain immensely blessed and deeply grateful for our miracle—our son, Samuel.

With love and heartfelt gratitude,

The Moores

(David, Ariel, and Samuel—4)

Jeremiah 29:11

1 Samuel 1:27

Romans 8:28