The story of Jairus’ daughter & Jesus’ resurrection of the girl was the basis of the sermon at church today & while I’ve read it before, the way it was presented today made it more real & fresh to me. My husband and I took part with our two-year-old today in a dedication ceremony. I did the same in a much smaller church and with less ceremony many years ago with my older daughter. She will be ten years old in two weeks. It’s amazing that a decade has nearly passed since I was blessed with the gift of motherhood.
On this day, I reminisced about the proof of God’s love that has been shown me through the miracle of my firstborn child.
At the time when she was born, I felt an emptiness that I thought I could fill with a child, unaware that the hole was because I’d turned my back on God. Sinner though I was and am, on the night I miscarried my firstborn child’s twin, I was granted mercy in a continued pregnancy. When I developed preeclampsia in March of 2002, with a due date of May 22, and was delivered of my miracle child via emergency c-section on March 25th, prayers were answered and despite her 2 lb. 14 oz. weight, she was
perfect, able to breathe fine on her own and allowed to come home with me in mid-April, still weighing under five pounds. Many prayers, mine and others, saved her life and mine.
When she was six or seven weeks old, she spit up and choked, turning a terrifying blue. All the while I spoke to the 911 operator I prayed that my baby’s life be spared. She wasn’t breathing. By the time we reached the hospital, she was fine, another prayer answered and surely nothing short of a miracle.
Rejoicing in the lives of my children and the love of the Father, I pray to possess even a fraction of the compassion He has shown me. I pray that the next time one of my babies has a tantrum I will be reminded that God has loved me even while I’ve sinned and that I will act and react in a compassionate and loving manner.