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We live in a busy world. All around us, there seems to be constant noise -- between traffic, telephones, internet, and television, we find ourselves rushing like never before. When we get a rare moment to slow down and revel in the silence, many times we relax to the point of falling asleep. The demands of today are also increasingly burdensome, often leaving us feeling as though we are being pulled between our marriages, our families, our work, and volunteer commitments. We shuttle our children between their respective commitments -- school, sports, and other extracurricular activities.
We struggle to slow down, and we struggle to find time, not just for ourselves, but for our families, and perhaps sadly, for God.
In the hustle and bustle of our lives, it’s easy to overlook the little moments around us. It’s easy to get caught up in the near-constant activity, and stop noticing moments which can inspire us, or make us contemplate deep thoughts.
Not long ago, I was watching my oldest son dig through a pit of toys at the grocery store. The sight of him, at his tender age of five, eagerness shining brightly in his eyes, was enough to make me catch my breath. Here was a little guy, entrusted to me by God, who was no longer the young baby I once held in my arms. Instead, in front of me was a vivacious little man, whose hand still fits snugly and willingly in mine.
As I relished in his enthusiasm for finding just the right toy, I began wondering about Mary and her relationship with her Son, Jesus. More specifically, I began thinking about Mary’s strength and the way in which she silently stood by during Christ’s Passion.
Mostly, I began to ponder her thoughts about her Divine Son.
During a time in which life was slower -- typically with the workday ending around sundown, and not beginning until sunup -- there was more quiet, reflective time. There was not a pressure to keep the house perfectly clean or ensure the children stayed pristine. There was an emphasis on God first, with family a close second.
It was during this time a young girl had an angel ask her to accept one of the most important roles in Salvation History -- to become the mother of God. And she said yes.
Fast forward just a few months, and this young girl held a baby boy in her arms. Not just any baby, but the Baby who would change the world. Fully human, He would have to adjust from sleeping all day and staying awake all night. He would endure teething pain and growing pains. He would have to learn to control His emotions.
Being fully Divine, this little Baby of hers would grow into a young boy who instructed elders in the Temple for three days. He would perform miracles and change hearts, minds, and lives. He would ultimately give His life -- for the salvation of the world.
During Christ’s journey to His crucifixion, Mary would have undoubtedly felt anguish unlike anything any other mother has had to bear. She also would have had many thoughts and memories course through her mind.
Copyright 2018 AnnAliese Harry
- As He was crowned with thorns, blood running down His face, did she recount His first fever and cold as an infant -- and, the tenderness with which she wiped His brow?
- As He fell under the weight of the cross, did she recall the time He had a bruised knee as a child -- and, the way in which she encouraged Him to get back up and try again?
- As Simon of Cyrene was enlisted to help, did she think about the ways in which she taught Him, through word and deed, the tenets of His faith -- and, how she would gently push Him into His public ministry, with a focus on loving all of God’s people?
- As she lovingly, heartbrokenly accepted His body from the Cross, did she remember the way in which His hands started out so tiny, so frail, and gradually grew larger -- and, how she was always amazed at how their hands fit together?
- In the quiet stillness following His death and burial, as time slowed even further, did she spend moments reflecting on all of the ways in which a child -- her child -- could light up a mother’s life?
Copyright 2018 AnnAliese Harry
About the Author
AnnAliese Harry
AnnAliese Harry is a proud Army wife to her husband Chris, and a mother to their young children. She has a BA in History, a Masters in Social Work, and has worked with disabled veterans, troubled teens, and in early childhood intervention therapy. AnnAliese volunteers with several military chapel communities and serves as a lector, EMHC, Adoration coordinator, and Catholic Women of the Chapel (CWOC) chapter president and vice president. She blogs about Catholicism, parenting, and military life at A Beautiful, Camouflaged Mess of A Life. Follow her on Twitter, on Instagram, or on Facebook.
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