I would always wonder how or what it must have been like with Our Virgin Mother Mary this Saturday night. When we all wait for the rising of Her son.
Was she crying? Was she waiting?
What was she doing?
Her heart must be breaking when she saw Jesus died on the cross.
John might be sitting by her side right at this moment.
Did she ate? Was she hungry? I doubt she would feel that.
Mary, how are you waiting? Patiently, i know. But how? I wonder.
Oh the grace of waiting.
I wait with you, Mother. I pray that I will always wait with you.