the darkest day, the brightest Light

I can only imagine...
can't you?

Imagine being in the times of Jesus.
To see Him.
Touch Him.
Watch Him.
To witness, the presence of the God man...

The eyes that looked with compassion, looking at you...
the hands that healed the sick, touching your shoulder...
the voice that spoke the world into existence, saying your name in salutation...

I try to think, as a mother, how Mary must have felt...
His whole life had been marked
He was the Messiah
The Promised One
...
she had birthed him
alone
with the audience of Heaven as her doula...
encouraging her...cheering her on...
she held him
when he was restless with teething
when he cried in pain

She looked at Him in awe...
because she was raising the Savior
of.the.world.

How her heart must have ached
to know the pain that was to come...
how her spirit must have broken, knowing that the boy
that was on her lap
that looked up at her sleepily
one would day
look at her
from the cross of Golgotha

can you imagine?

That day, that Friday...was the fulfillment of the old testament prophets...
it was the reason He was born
He came
to die
So that we
could live...

All of His life to that point, was by no means moot...oh it had reason and purpose...
but His design
was to complete Salvation's Plan...
to make us, worthy
to provide a way for us to reach Him...

it was no small thing when Mary reached out her hands to Jesus to help him...

cause in that moment
she witnessed
the hands that would reach
stretch
grasp
for each of us

oh what a Savior!