Happy Mother’s Day Mary
It must have been so hard to be Mary. I know that it took more courage, faith and grace than I would ever have. More willingness to accept more pain than I could ever handle myself. Because no matter that Jesus was the Son of God, He was also still Mary’s Son. And she loved Him.
To raise the Son of God. What a privilege that must have been, but also what a burden. To see your Son, who you love so much suffer so, and yet be willing! No matter the wonder of it all, how much pain she must have suffered as well.
I can’t help but think of the times when my children were out and I worried until they came home. And I think how it must have been for Mary as Jesus traveled preaching God’s Word. It doesn’t matter how old our children grow, we still worry, because we still love them. And I know for myself, I worry more! When they are little, we can fix almost any hurt. But as they grow older, we can’t. It must have been the same for Mary, only more so. Every hurt Jesus felt, Mary must have also felt. Because that’s how mothers are. What faith she must have had, what courage, and how much she must have loved our Father!
I will never know how Mary found the strength to stand at Jesus’ cross and watch him suffer so. But I know she must have given Jesus great comfort, even though it must have cost her much in terms of her own suffering.
I will always be grateful to Mary. For her love. For her willingness. And for all that she did for Jesus, and those that loved Him. And I can’t wait to meet her in Heaven one day ?