Whenever Easter comes around, I can’t help but to be overwhelmed with emotion. I think this has only increased since becoming a mother. (I blame it on the crazed jumbling of hormones that never quite goes to back self-correct mode). I become engulfed with a combination of awe, love, sorrow, but mostly faith.
I am a mother of two little loving fellas. Two little bundles of cuddling love and rambunctious energy. I imagine all boys are that way, including baby Jesus. For those of you who have children, I am sure you can relate to the heartbreak that ensues when your precious child has their feelings hurt or falls and skins their knee. There have been a numerous amount of times I have cried just as hard as they have (maybe harder). I’m sure that Mary had similar experiences. I could not begin to fathom the idea of having knowledge that one of my children would be put through the turmoil that Mary’s son was at this time, so many years ago. Can you? Can you imagine having to sit by whilst your baby was taking his last breath after enduring an unimaginable torture? To bear witness to this without the ability to take away the pain and make everything better? The thought, as a mother, is both incomprehensible and agonizing, to say the least.
It’s easy to wonder why she didn’t just pack up and run away. Load up the nearest donkey, hit the road, and find a safe hideout somewhere far away. Before her child ever took his first breath, she was aware that his road would be a long and windy path littered with bumps along the way. But could she have truly even imagined the future that would unravel just a few short years later? How do you prepare yourself for the passion that would take place?
I have a sense of admiration for this woman. I admire her as a fellow mother, but also as the mother she was to the young man that she knew as her, and our, savior. I admire that her faith in God was so relentless, that she had the strength to endure the strife and wonder it was to raise a child that she would have to give back far too soon. The love that she had for her child. The man that suffered to save us all.
I feel as though we could all learn a lesson from the woman who put her faith into action so strongly. Life is hard and there will be times that we are sure to experience turmoil, sadness, or suffering. It is important for us to remember that these feelings are only present for a season. When we feel as though our hope is gone, it is important to have faith in your spirituality (whatever that may be for you personally). A healthy spiritual wellness is important for our emotional and mental well-being. Dig down and discover that you have the strength and courage to endure these occurrences. We could also do well to reach out to those who are hurting around us. Reach out, show those individuals love and compassion. Spread to them the promise that there is good in the world, that there is a calm after a storm, that new life and new beginnings are possible.
“Whatever happens, Whatever you see, Whatever your eyes tell you has become of me. This is not, not the end. I am making all things new again.”
I hope everyone has a wonderful Easter.
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