No one can understand the heart of a bereaved mother, who has had children, moments, and a life-time of sharing snatched from Her. Yet, if we are claiming to love God, love Her, we must not only love Her but come to trust Her.
The first step has to be in understanding Her virtue, Her path and Her honorable character. Our Mother is multi-colored in skin. Our Mother witnessed segregation, braided Her children’s hair, and cut them down from the tree, even as Mary lay with her lifeless son Jesus upon her lap.
Our Mother promotes peace in Her home. She opens Her cupboards, airs Her home and has a fine understanding of love, welcome, honor, and goodness. She does not climb down to the pit of despair, or bunker in an earthen hollow, to run from others. Hers space is above the ground, looking, hearing, and knowing all persons.