But Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart. Luke 2:19
And a sword will pierce through your own soul also . . . Luke 2:35.
Time has passed and the gushing, throbbing flow of tears has finally slowed to a trickle, but my wounded heart still seeps a little.
Our hearts are wounded. Pierced clear through by the shocking, senseless death of suicide. Parents never plan to bury their children and certainly not by a death of their own choosing . . . and it is still gut-wrenchingly hard to put feelings into words. Do you know what I mean?
But we don’t suffer alone. Yes, we have friends, but they don’t live inside us. They can’t possibly understand the ache that clings to our hearts every moment.
Fortunately I have learned there is Someone who knows and His name is Jesus. I am comforted to read that He hurts when His children hurt. He cries when they cry . . . and when they bleed, He bleeds. When they die, He dies (Psalm 72:14).
I think I can also understand a bit of Jesus’ mother’s pain, for I too, am a mother who has a pierced heart, but not for long. Mary’s Son died for us and now He lives for us, seated at the right hand of God in heaven, but not for long!
Soon heaven will empty as its residents burst into space, zooming toward planet Earth. Now is the moment they and we have been waiting for. The Heavenly Hosts are going to free us and our children from the bondage of death.
In the twinkling of an eye, our hearts will be mended when we are all reunited with our resurrected loved ones. And His love and blood makes it all possible. Thank You, Jesus!