I watched an uplifting show this morning. It talked about “champions.”
One of the stories was about a young man that was in an accident. He was very badly hurt. In a coma for weeks.
People prayed around the clock for him.
The family held onto their faith in God.
The boy miraculously awoke. Not without struggles, but he awoke.
These “champion” stories get forwarded on social media. They get talked about on television.
These are miraculous stories of people that have overcome.
I would NEVER want a different outcome for them. I cried tears of gratitude with those parents that got to hug their son again.
That isn’t our story.
Ours isn’t the easy story to forward on.
Our story is loss.
But our story isn’t without faith and miracles either.
It’s a miracle our house sold 3 days before Rory passed away. We would have been frozen with grief to make decisions. And we were still there surrounded by those that knew and loved her and us.
It’s a miracle we found the house we did. We weren’t even looking in the Lehi area for a long time. We were directed to this neighborhood, full of loving and compassionate people.
It was a miracle she passed away in my arms. With her illness, she could have passed away silently in her sleep. Instead, I got to love her and hold her until the moment she left this world.
It’s a miracle that our family functions. There have so many days and weeks when I haven’t had energy. When I have felt the weight so heavily on my shoulders. I couldn’t get by without the miraculous help of my Heavenly Father. The pain is too all encompassing.
These are not the miracles I would have wanted. I want my daughter with me.
I miss her.
I love her.
Ours isn’t a story for Rory to overcome. It’s the story for all the rest of us left behind to overcome.
And there have been miracles.
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I love this for so many reasons.
There is so much truth in these words of yours. And answers, too.
I almost saw the answers.
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