The music is not even necessary.
Our Blessed Mother and Our Lord convey ALL without words.
I'm going on day two of my daughter sleeping over at my parent's home. It is her first time and she is loving it as her little girl cousins are there with her, a house full of girls instead of our boyworld.
IT IS SOOOO HARD FOR ME!
In fact, it physically hurts. For 5 and a half years I have kissed her every night as she sleeps...her sweaty head...and she smiles as I do so in her sleep.
She is always near me. She is always kissing and hugging me and chatting with me and I am going through withdrawal. And I can't stop bursting out in dramatic agony, "My daughter!"
The boys have stopped thinking it's funny.
And it's not funny. Deep inside I know I need more faith. I see these images of Our Blessed Mother and the depth of her suffering for her Child and her faith shames me. God brings us these revelations about ourselves...it's more than just my love for my daughter. I can see that now.
I pray that Our Lady wraps me in her mantle and I learn from her strength and faith. I understand what it means to go to her, like a child. Yes, she is so Motherly and capable in all the areas I am not. Guide me dear Mother. Mother me tenderly and bring me to such love and trust in your Son, my Lord and Saviour.
Holy week begins and already it is emotional....may it be blessed for us all.