Wonder if she knew

 

I wonder if she remembered his first steps

while she stood beneath his last

If the sound of the hammer

echoed like the rhythm

of his little feet running toward her

Mama, look

I wonder

if she thought about the first time

he said her name

soft and small

before the world ever called Him Savior

Before crowds

Before miracles

Before the weight of the cross

He was just her boy

The one she carried

The one she held

The one she kissed goodnight

And now—

Now she stands

with empty hands

watching the same hands

that once reached for hers

stretched out on wood

Pierced

I wonder if her heart whispered

This wasn’t how it was supposed to go

Or if somewhere deep within her

she knew…

This was exactly

why He came

Because He was never only her son

He was her Savior too

The same voice that once said

Mama

now speaks forgiveness over the world

The same hands she once wrapped

in cloth

are now bearing the weight

of every sin

And still—

He looks at her

Not just as a King

Not just as a sacrifice

But as her son

And I wonder

if in that moment

her heart broke in two directions

Grieving the boy she raised

and worshiping the God He is

Because what kind of mother

watches her child die

and still calls it holy

What kind of love

stands at the foot of suffering

and doesn’t turn away

Mary did

She stayed

Through the pain

Through the questions

Through the silence of heaven

She stayed

And maybe that’s what love is

Not understanding

Not fixing

Not rescuing

But staying

Even when your heart

is being nailed to the cross

right alongside Him

And I wonder

through tear blurred eyes

if she whispered

That’s my son

and at the very same time

That’s my Savior

#easter #heisrisen #goodfriday