Sunday, August 12, 2012

Tragic News Happens

Well, CW and I found out officially this week that we lost the baby.

I am no longer pregnant.

And it really does stink. There's really not much you can do at this point.

Physically, I'm doing just fine.

It really makes you think though, about the trials we have and what we can handle. I never thought I would be able to handle a trial like this and I guessed that I would never have to go through this.

How wrong I was.

Fortunately, when hard times happen, we have the gospel and the scriptures right next to us to uplift us.

My awesome sister (who has had plenty of hardships herself) sent me an excerpt of what she calls her favorite talk given by Joseph B Wirthlin:

"I think of how dark that Friday was when Christ was lifted up on the cross.
No matter our desperation, no matter our grief, Sunday will come. In this life or the next, Sunday will come.

On that terrible Friday the earth shook and grew dark. Frightful storms lashed at the earth.
Those evil men who sought His life rejoiced. Now that Jesus was no more, surely those who followed Him would disperse. On that day they stood triumphant.
On that day the veil of the temple was rent in twain.
Mary Magdalene and Mary, the mother of Jesus, were both overcome with grief and despair. The superb man they had loved and honored hung lifeless upon the cross.
On that Friday the Apostles were devastated. Jesus, their Savior—the man who had walked on water and raised the dead—was Himself at the mercy of wicked men. They watched helplessly as He was overcome by His enemies.
On that Friday the Savior of mankind was humiliated and bruised, abused and reviled.
It was a Friday filled with devastating, consuming sorrow that gnawed at the souls of those who loved and honored the Son of God.
I think that of all the days since the beginning of this world’s history, that Friday was the darkest.
But the doom of that day did not endure.
The despair did not linger because on Sunday, the resurrected Lord burst the bonds of death. He ascended from the grave and appeared gloriously triumphant as the Savior of all mankind.
And in an instant the eyes that had been filled with ever-flowing tears dried. The lips that had whispered prayers of distress and grief now filled the air with wondrous praise, for Jesus the Christ, the Son of the living God, stood before them as the firstfruits of the Resurrection, the proof that death is merely the beginning of a new and wondrous existence.
Each of us will have our own Fridays—those days when the universe itself seems shattered and the shards of our world lie littered about us in pieces. We all will experience those broken times when it seems we can never be put together again. We will all have our Fridays.
But I testify to you in the name of the One who conquered death—Sunday will come. In the darkness of our sorrow, Sunday will come."

To read the whole talk, you can click on the link: Sunday Will Come.

I truly believe that Sunday will come for CW and I.

It's comforting to remember that Christ has suffered for all of our sins and knows each one of us individually.

He knows our joys and sorrows, our triumphs and our times of despair.

I'm grateful to have the gospel in my life to help me when times get rough.

I am also grateful that CW is a worthy member of the church who holds the priesthood and has authority over our home.

Despite the devastating news, I truly know that My Redeemer lives and he loves me.

I have no doubts he is right by my side through all of this, helping me along the way.

I believe that prophets were sent on this earth to give us wonderful messages like the one above.

That is their purpose, to instruct us to become better and more like our Father in Heaven and to give us words of comfort when we feel as though we've been kicked down.

Once again, I am grateful for my Savior and all that he has done for me and continues to do for me.

This is my simple testimony, in the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.

1 comment:

  1. I love you Lyndsie! My heart (well...and my eyes...) weep for you guys. I am truly sorry that this happened. But there is hope. There are a lot of women who have had this happen to them, but they still have beautiful large families. It's happened to my aunt twice, but she is so grateful for her four beautiful, loving kids that are on the earth with her.
    Thank you for your inspiring message about the atonement. I know you are amazing and are handling this very well. And I know on the Lord's time, you will hold a little one in your arms. I love you guys and we will be praying for you! All the best :)