There are many articles I have written, covering a multitude of areas. Today, being Holy Saturday, I read something that reminded me of the absence of my daughter, who turned 49 just a few days ago. I haven’t been able to have contact with her or see her in 8 years, heartbreaking to say the least. It’s not that I haven’t tried, I have. I’ve sent cards, and tried to reach her through social media, but I am blocked everywhere I turn. As I mentioned at the beginning today is Holy Saturday, where the focus is the absence of Our Lord. It reminded me of the absence of my daughter, except that Jesus never leaves those who love HIM.
Mary, Jesus’ mother pondered all things in her heart, even when She sat in silence, Her heart still was bleeding from all that had taken place on Good Friday, the Crucifixion of Her Son. I have pondered over in my heart so much of the last eight years of not being able to see my daughter or grandchildren, that my heart is pierced again and again, waiting for hearts to change.
I am not comparing myself to Jesus’ mother, I couldn’t, based on what She endured, watching the cruel treatment, almost unrecognizable torture of Her Son, as witnessed in the movie, “The Passion”. I can only say that as a mother who loves both her son and daughter, that my pain as an earthly mother is sometimes hard to bear. So, I sit and wait, I pray, trusting that my prayers will someday be answered, not maybe, but without question, whether I am here or after I am gone. Mary was able to share in the glory of the Resurrection of Her Son, as I, and many Christians around the world will also do. Wherever my daughter, grandchildren, and son are on this Easter day, I hope they will know that my table waits to have them sit and share a meal, to know how much I have loved them always, and like when Christ broke the prison bars of death and rose victorious from the underworld, that what keeps us separated will no longer be.
My heart breaks for you and for your daughter, son and grandchildren. You are all missing out on an earthly blessing made in heaven – family. I’m not estranged from my family and we don’t have heated arguments or even cross words. But we, even today on Easter, can’t manage to spend a few hours together. I know it’s more the thought that, “I would rather do this than that because we can get together anytime.” It’s not, “I would rather take arsenic than spend time with them.” I know my family well enough to know that someday they will say, “I wish I had spent more time with them when I had the chance.” In the meantime, I invite and hope they accept my invitation, but realizing if they don’t, I can’t own that. I’m so sorry this is your circumstance for now and pray that this is the year that changes everything for you.
Thank you Jane, your words and comments mean a lot
God only works in broken hearts Nightingale.