Easter Babies

I cannot help but think of Mary on Easter. As a mother myself, I cannot imagine anything worse in this world than having your child ripped away from you the way Jesus was from her.  I know there are mothers who know the pain of losing a child.  I am humbly grateful that I cannot fully understand the magnitude of that anguish. What I do know is the love of a mother. A deeper love than anything I could express in words. When they are happy, I am happy. When they are sad, I am sad. When they hurt, I hurt.  We are connected in a way you cannot articulate.

I think of Mary watching her son suffer unimaginable pain, brutal beatings, mockery, and finally an undeserved death in the most atrocious manner- crucifed on the cross.  Her innocent boy.  I cannot imagine her pain.  During this Easter weekend though, I try.  I want to live in that place of loss, of unimaginable pain and sorrow for what Jesus went through.  He was not my son, but what He endured, He endured for my sake.  Something that is also unfathomable to me. I want my heart to break for his sacrifice.  To hurt for what He willing went through to save me. I am undeserving. I should have suffered and paid the price for my sins; yet He went willing to an excruciating death- for my sake, and for yours.  He offers us the free gift of Salvation. He paid the price that we owe with His own sinless, precious blood.  And while the sky is still darkened with the sting of death, Sunday is coming. Praise the Lord. HE DEFEATED DEATH. He rose again. He conquered death so that we might live. Praise the Lord.

 Praise the Lord.

My Easter Babies..

Happy Easter!
xo