A few thoughts on Miracles

Since Ruby passed away I have been contemplating the concept of miracles. In Mark chapter 11 vs. 24 it reads "Therefore I say unto you, What things soever ye desire, when ye pray, believe that ye receive them, and ye shall have them." I interpret "them" as being miracles. Of course this verse is not the only verses talk about miracles. There are many, many more. Jesus' life and ministry was one huge miracle after another. Moses and the Red Sea parting was a miracle, just to name a few. My questioning of miracles has come about from more recent experiences of life.
First of all lets talk about Ruby. I know there were thousands and thousands of prayers assaulting heaven for our little girl. So very many people here pleading with Heavenly Father to spare her life, but ultimately 24 full days was what He gave us (which we are very grateful for by the way,just hoped for many more). Then there are the stories of other tiny little babies who were equally ill, or even worse off then Ruby, who have somehow been able to fight through the battles of a sick mortal body and have been blessed with the miracle of living on this earth for a lot longer time frame than some. I can't say that Ruby passed away while someone else's child lived because we didn't have the adequate amount of faith in Ruby living and Heavenly Father granting us the desire of our hearts. Brian and I never really talked about Ruby being taken back to heaven because we felt that by doing that we would be showing Heavenly Father that we didn't have the faith we needed, or the fight we needed to keep her alive.
I read John 14 vs. 27, "Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid." I hold on to this scripture in my heart. Somewhere amidst the inner battle of why a miracle for Ruby to live could not occur, I have had peace. I have thought a few times, that in Ruby's case perhaps the "Miracle" is that she died. She would have had many, many health issues throughout her life, not to mention another open heart surgery 4 short months after her first open heart surgery, and possibly never even leaving the hospital since her birth. Ruby had a very, very mature soul and Brian and I could feel it very strongly. So many times while I would hold her tiny hand I felt that my little newborn baby girl was teaching me lessons about life, and love, and patience. "...when though shalt be old, thou shalt stretch forth thy hands, and another shall gird thee, and carry thee whither thou wouldest not" John 21 vs. 18. I like to think that "another" is God. God carried Ruby, though her body was young, her spirit was old. He carried Brian, He carried me, and we have become "old" from our few short months of greatest joy, and greatest grief. Of course it is still hard to wrap my mind around death as being a "Miracle." The Miracle of death does not bring me much peace and joy, when I have always considered a miracle as being a positive thing, like when Christ raised Lazereth from the dead.
One long/short month after Ruby had passed away, we got a call from one of Rosie's doctors, 2 days before Christmas. He told us that her right ovary was the size of a full grown women's ovary and it looks like she has yet another tumor. This was heart wrenching to us because Rose lost her left ovary last May to a tumor and this Right ovary was our last hopes for future, biological Grandchildren. So, we tried to have the most wonderful Christmas possible, which it was nice, but in the back of our minds was the thought of the upcoming surgery. Many prayers were prayed once again for Rosie this time.The surgery, date and time was set for Wednesday, and as a last minute thought we were sent to the hospital for a CT scan just to get another view of what was going on. And, can you believe it, but her woman sized ovary had shrunk down to the size it was supposed to be, with just a few cysts on it, in 6 short days. What?! Is that a Miracle? Did God give us this miracle because He new I was questioning him and his ways, and He had to just throw it back at me as if to say, "See, I'm in charge. I know what I'm doing!"
So, has this helped clear up my "Miracle" dilemma? No. I still don't know why Rose was blessed to keep her ovary, at least at the moment she is keeping her ovary, and Ruby died...I suppose this is going to be a conversation that I will have with God, as soon as I can be in his presence again. The conversation of what His definition of a miracle is. I found this scripture the other night, in Doctrine and Covenants 88, vs. 41-44 that has given me some peace on my dilemma. These versus are talking about God, and it reads;

41 He ^acomprehendeth all things, and all things are before him, and all things are round about him; and he is above all things, and in all things, and is through all things, and is round about all things; and all things are by him, and of him, even God, forever and ever.

42 And again, verily I say unto you, he hath given a ^alaw unto all things, by which they move in their ^btimes and their seasons;

43 And their courses are fixed, even the courses of the heavens and the earth, which comprehend the earth and all the planets.

44 And they give ^alight to each other in their times and in their seasons, in their minutes, in their hours, in their days, in their weeks, in their months, in their years—all these are ^bone year with God, but not with man.

In conclusion, I would like to thank God for the days we were blessed to spend with Ruby, for the few short years we have spent with Rosie and for the Eternity ahead that I get to spend with my family, and with God! I also have the faith that God truly does comprehend all things. And for now in my life and my limited understanding I trust in His will for me and my family.

p.s. If I get a chance to talk with God about how He goes about his plan of granting miracle's I will let you know what I learn;)