For all my sarcasm and silliness at the world around me, I am brought to my knees at the thought of what He gave for me, for the world. I wasn’t always a person of religious faith, great or small. And yet here I am on this Good Friday reflecting on all of these mysteries of faith.
And I cannot help but look up at Him as His mother must have. I imagine what she must have felt watching the man she carried in her womb, nursed at her breast, and comforted through His life her on Earth dying before her. Suffering as only a mother can as she never left Him.
It makes me want to hold my own children close to me. It makes me weep. It causes me to realize the depths of sacrifice in that moment. It takes my breath away.
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