Mini is laying right next to me while I write. I’ve been thinking about how happy Mary must have been to see Jesus again—really see Him, alive and full of glory. Even though the Bible doesn’t say so, I just know He appeared to her first. She had been with Him through everything—standing by the cross with her heart aching and breaking. So how could He not go to her first, after He rose?
She must’ve waited and waited, loving Him so much, even through the silence and sadness. And then suddenly, He was there—not bleeding anymore, not suffering, but glowing with light. Her Son. Her joy. Her God. I think her heart must’ve burst wide open, not with sorrow anymore, but with the biggest joy ever.
I bet she touched His face, heard His voice again—not like on Good Friday, but warm and strong and full of life. Oh, how she must’ve loved Him in that moment! I want to love Him like that too. And I want to stay close to Mary, because her love helps me learn how.
O Mary, my Heavenly Mother, help me to be full of joy and love, just like you were when you saw Jesus again. Let me always be your child.
Love,
Kathy
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