It is interesting the way that each of the Lord's miracles demonstrates a different aspect of His Love and Grace.  In some, people come pleading and begging for help for themselves, in others it is a parent, pleading for help on behalf of their ailing child.  For me, personally, the aspect of this story that is so significant is the fact that neither this woman nor anyone else was seeking or expecting the Lord's help..  As far as she knew, death and loss had come to her—-end of story.  "Why trouble the Master?"  as someone said after the death of Jairus' daughter.  She was grieving and never in her wildest dreams was there any hope of her grief being relieved–at least not in this lifetime. Being a widow, she not only did not expect help from the Lord but she did not look forward to help from any close earthly source, either. In her terrible anguish, she had lost all hope.  She did not know that the Lord was passing by, close enough to hear her weeping.
 
I have felt that way.  Believing and trusting in the salvation of the Lord since a little child, I would never give up hope in the Lord's ultimate deliverance of my soul.  But then comes the day when, after many years of struggling and finally losing the battle against my soul's many illnesses, I stand ready to bury her—to consign her to the grave. Like a widow losing an only child, this is not my first loss–but she was all I had left. 
 
I trust that I am placing my soul into the hands of God to bring to life again on the Day of Resurrection–to be reunited with her again in the next life.  But it is hard to remember and believe this as I look into the coffin and see all my hopes and dreams for life–stone cold dead.
 
This is when the Lord comes—unbidden, called only by the sound of my weeping. He comes to me as I stand crying over my lost soul, has compassion on me, and He tells me to dry my tears.  Then turning to my soul, the Lord of Life cries, "Arise!"