“But there were standing by the cross of Jesus His mother, and His mother’s sister, Mary the wife of Clopas, and Mary Magdalene.” (John 19:25)
Why am I here? And why is He there?
There seem to be no answers other than “God knows and we trust Him.”
Thy will be done. “I am the bond-slave of the Lord. Be it done to me according to Thy word.”
Sometimes you cry and cry until there are no more tears.
Your heart aches until it no longer feels anything.
Your mind grows exhausted from events happening all around, none of which you were prepared for.
If anyone had told me a year ago I could experience the suffering of this day and live through it, I would have thought it impossible.
There are no words to describe this kind of heart-break.
You are surrounded by people, yet more alone than at anytime in your life.
Friends come over, want to make sure I’m all right. They ask how I’m coping. No words come.