A Mother’s Heart…Unmet Needs

Harried from too many tasks on her day’s schedule, she stumbled into bed, falling asleep almost before her head hit the pillow. Rising in the morning, she had a strange feeling something wasn’t right, but she could not put her finger on it. Dismissing it, she hurriedly dressed and mumbled a few quick prayers. With four kids, one husband, a slew of pets, and a busy calendar, she had plenty to do each day. Throughout her day, thoughts of her weaknesses filled her head: I wish I could handle my time better. I wish I had more strength to meet …

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A Mother’s Heart…An Intimate Moment with Mary

She stands at a distance. The sight before her pierces her heart as if thrust in by a javelin. Her puffy eyes sting with tears, blurring her vision. Deep sobs heave her chest as her heart pounds in agony. The crowd jostles her, oblivious to her obvious pain, a pain so deep that no mother on earth will ever feel again. What brings her to this gruesome sight? A mother’s love. My son, she cries. Her name is Mary and her son is being crucified. Naked, exposed. Blood trickles down His face from the open wounds in His head when …

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