The Perfect Gift

This is a week that any Christian mother can relate to. I cannot fathom how Mary endured watching helplessly as her son was beaten, abused, spit upon, shamed and crucified. I cannot fathom what she must have been thinking. She knew that God had given her this son, for a purpose--but I cannot imagine she thought it would be for this! Think about it. We have the Bible. To explain so much, to guide us and to tell us God's will and plans for us. What did she have to guide her? She was right there in the moment, dying of heartbreak along with her child. It brings me to my knees in sorrow that Jesus would endure such a thing-for any of us. Do you think He explained to his mother what was happening? It doesn't say so, anywhere that I'm aware.
Having children, we can have but a minute inkling of what she went through. I don't know if I could do that. Could you?
I am so very grateful that Jesus went to the cross, so that we may go to heaven. What an amazing gift. A sacrifice that beats any sacrifice. My heart cries this week, as I spend time reflecting on this perfect son, who loved His father enough, to do His will-and loved us enough to suffer a most horrible time, so that we may be free.
We all suffer here on Earth. He said it would be that way. When I am suffering, I try to remember how He suffered-and that makes my suffering seem so small in comparison. Thank you Jesus! For your most precious gift. I am not deserving of such a fine and perfect gift-but accept it with gratitude. I will do my best to be your loving, faithful servant and spread the message of Your gift--everywhere I can.