With the coming of Mother’s Day, I can’t help but think of Mary. How she stood at the foot of the cross, which is probably more than I could bear. But knowing and loving my children and knowing how they love me-I have to imagine it gave Jesus great comfort.
I could not bear to watch my son suffer so, but she did! For Him, for us.
And each and every day, I am so grateful both for her example and prayers. I will never be the mother she was, not even by half. But I will always be grateful to her. Always.
Happy Mother’s Day Mary. Thank you!