Jaylynn never felt she truly belonged—until she found the Church. Neglected by her father and shattered by loss, she clung to faith as her anchor. First, she lost a child. Then, years later, her 14-year-old son. Grief threatened to consume her—until her second child whispered, "Jesus told me that my brother is coming." Adoption later brought healing, and a quiet prompting in the temple led to an early cancer diagnosis that saved her life. Through every storm, Jaylynn found purpose in the pain, finally seeing what her husband had always known: "There is a purpose to everything. It’s part of our story."