It had been a long journey, from the time he opened his eyes until this very moment; tears rolling down her cheeks as she stood watching the life drain from his body. She remembered how franticly she had searched for him when she thought she had lost him, calling out his name as anguish consumed her and how calm he was when she finally found him in the temple speaking with the rabbis. So many memories each one filling her heart from the life she had with this amazing son who was now leaving her world.

Her mind reflected on a time which now seemed a lifetime ago; the Angel, the message, and her acceptance. She didn’t fully understand what the future would bring, but; she was willing to be used by Yahweh who had chosen her. This however was the hardest thing she had ever endured. Then his voice reached her ears, slowly he gazed on John standing there with his mother and said this is your mother and to her this is your son; even now his attention was on her welfare not his suffering, what kind of heart was in this man? After all the good he had done this was his reward, a horrible death on a cross between two criminals.

He was his mother’s gift when he entered her life, her joy was watching him grow into the loving, compassionate, gentle and honorable man he became. She witnessed him healing the blind, feeding the hungry and giving hope to the forgotten. Now his blood was dripping from the wound in his side, his face stripped of its normal appearance, a crown of thorns pressed into his temple and each breath shorter than the one before it. Her heart was shattering and she had just heard him ask that his tormentors be forgiven, how could he? Her gift was being sacrificed, the price paid for mankind’s disobedience; unblemished blood shed to save the lost.

What would she do now? His last words “It is finished” had hit her with the finality of his death. It had been 3 days when Mary of Magdala rushed into the room where his family and followers assembled together in grief, I have seen him she shouted; he is risen// The gift of redemption secured for you and me, a mother’s gift restored. His sacrifice was not the end, it was a new beginning for all who wish to live free of sin and the sentence of death that sin brings; the choice is ours to make. As we prepare to celebrate this great gift, remember the One who paid the price was Jesus the Christ the ONLY begotten Son of the Father.

My revelation as I sit by the pool of grace