Today, we celebrate the Feast of the Entrance of the Mother of God to the Temple. I found a beautiful contemplation on this subject here.
As I reflect on my thoughts about Mary, my thoughts often wander to her suffering. She loved the Lord perfectly, always accepting His will, yet she still suffered. She watched Him die. Cruelly. As a mother myself, I don't know how she could bare it. Yet, she did. Moreover, she did it gracefully. And three days later, she saw the redemption of all people.
There was a time in my life of deep sadness. I remember laying on the floor, talking to my mom, the only words that could come to my lips were, "I'm just suffering." Sadness consumed me. I waited, as Mary waited, to see what good God would bring from this time. For me, it took three years, not three days, but the redemption of my broken ideas, hopes, and dreams for my family came.
A friend called me today, crying and struggling. She is in a time in her life that is full of dealing with exhausting things. Small children that need her constantly, in addition to all of her day to day activities feel overwhelming. One harsh word from another just pushed her beyond her limits. I listened and comforted her and promised I would pray for her.
But, I also asked Mary, the Mother of God, to pray for her. She knows all too well that even when we love the Lord, we are not spared the hard times. However, we are promised that there is more to come.
There is always more to come.here