As I awoke, the story of the daughter of Jairus came to my
mind. I contemplated the events and
emotions of the last four weeks.
I thought of the absolute elation I felt. I thought of how I’d
experienced the deepest gratitude I can remember. I thought of the humility
that permeated my soul.
And then I thought of the intense heartbreak and confusion that
currently chiseled away at me.
I was losing my miracle pregnancy. The one that came as the
best surprise of my life. The one that came without fertility treatments. The
one that expressed to me the tender love of my Heavenly Father.
When Jesus raised the only daughter of Jairus from the dead,
I’m sure it came as the best surprise of the family’s life, and expressed to
them the tender love of their Heavenly Father. It was a miracle.
But then I realized that the daughter of Jairus eventually
died again—and was not risen. When that happened, did it invalidate the miracle
of her rising that had occurred when she was twelve? Absolutely not. And
because of Christ, she will be risen again one day in the miracle of the
Resurrection.
Likewise, my loss does not rescind my miracle. And it doesn’t
cancel the tender love of my Heavenly Father—I am encircled about eternally in
the arms of His love. And because of Christ, my heavy heart will rise again one
day through the miracle of the Atonement.
