Part 3 of a Mother’s Day Series I can’t even begin to imagine how it would feel to lose a child to death. I’ve been close several times and during those times, my heart seemed to shrivel beneath the weight of sorrow. I was speechless, but felt like screaming. Frozen in fear and desperation, I realized that I alone was incapable of changing my situation. There was not one thing that I could do to save the child that I loved more than life. I went through all of the stages of questioning God, crying, disbelief, resentment, feeling hopeless, and anger. At one point I prayed, “God, if you take…
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It’s Good Friday!
My heart aches. It’s Good Friday, but Jesus has been killed. I envision his mother there on her knees crying uncontrollably. She remembers the visit from the angel proclaiming his arrival. Wasn’t her son sent to be Lord of all? The angel had said she was highly favored. She didn’t feel highly favored. She felt the weight of all the anger and anguish of this place on her shoulders. Peering up at her precious son, bitter tears stung Mary’s face and drenched her cloth. She felt as if her heart would surely crumble. Jesus was unrecognizable. His crimson blood flowed down the wooden cross and onto the ground. The smell…
