Good Friday. I really never understood why it was called “good”. I’ve read the account repeatedly. I could understand Easter being called “Good Sunday”. But Friday was a horrific day for Jesus. For those that loved Him. For His mama.
When I ponder on the heartache I have had for my own children, I cannot begin to imagine Mary’s. Illness. Struggles. Disappointment. Mistakes. A mama wants to fix these things for her children, no matter their age. The hardest place is when you come to the realization that you have no power to change a circumstance. Were the many prayers sent up for this child all in vain?
And then I reflect upon Mary. She had no power. No prayer left. Her heart exposed. I cannot help but wonder, when her eyes met His eyes that day, did she know? Did she know through the tears, the blood, and His broken body, that He would save the world? Did that tiny speck of hope still lie somewhere deep inside her aching soul?
She was a mama. Mama’s always have hope for their babies. And somehow, I think she knew….
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Beautiful thoughts for this precious day……God Bless
Carri
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Love your perspective of that day. I’m sure she knew – I wonder if God had “prepared” her for what was to happen – just like He prepared her for Jesus’ birth. Although,in this case, I don’t think any preparation would have helped her pain. Have a blessed Easter!
Happy Easter to you and yours…..♥♥♥
What a beautiful reminder of that dark but wonderful day.
Easter Blessings, Beth ♥
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Just found you through live.laugh.rowe. This totally brought tears to my eyes (I’m a new mommy) and this is a totally new reflection for me to think about – thanks for sharing and have a wonderful Easter!
Congrats on being a new mom! Cherish every moment. We gain wisdom from the tougher days ~ we just don’t realize it until later! 😉 Welcome to our blog! HaPPy Easter ♥
I stopped by from live.laugh.rowe and was so happy to see a post about the real meaning of Easter! I believe Mary knew “and she pondered these things in her heart. . .” but it still had to be heartbreaking to watch your son suffer. When I watched “The Passion of The Christ” that was the part that completely undid me, watching Mary watch Jesus suffer.
On a lighter note, I clicked around and really like your blog, so you have a new follower.
Have a blessed Easter,
Maureen
Maureen ~ I ♥ followers! Thanks for finding me! I want to check out your blog, too! Tell me where to find you! Your thoughts are really appreciated.
Easter Blessings to you and yours ♥
Paula
Oops, I didn’t see my comment and I posted twice, sorry! I haven’t blogged in awhile due to illness but you can check out my older posts if you’d like at http://www.beingchronicallyillisapill.blogspot.com. Otherwise, feel free to email anytime. When health improves I intend to launch a new blog and start back on my old one!
I can fix that “double post” thing….no biggie. I can’t wait to check it out and I hope you are feeling better very soon ~ ♥ psblaxton@att.net
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