She stood at the foot of the cross, a few steps back, this mother, Mary, watching, observing the pain her son endured, her heart breaking in agony as he carried the pain of sin’s curse that consumed her son’s body, until the final moment when He, and all humanity, were set free from death’s grip, her sorrow replaced by the joy of knowing her Son was in the presence of His father in heaven, in glory.
She stood before her daughters casket, this mother, Martha, who had for the past few months observed the pain her daughter endured, her heart breaking in agony as she observed the pain of cancer’s curse, a glioblastoma, deteriorate and consume her daughter’s body, the body she had lovingly cared and tended to for months alongside her daughter’s husband, until the final moment when she was set free from death’s grip, her sorrow replaced by the joy of knowing her daughter Cathy was in the presence of her father in heaven, in glory.
And as the hundreds in the crowd that had gathered for her memorial sang this song, Martha lifted her hands in worship, to the One who gave her daughter life and took it back to Himself.
Take courage, my heart
Stay steadfast, my soul
He’s in the waiting, He’s in the waiting
Hold on to your hope
Let your triumph unfold
He’s never failing, He’s never failing
Eyes closed, this mother knew with all her broken heart, her Savior we remember on this Good Friday, was waiting for her daughter in heaven.
Eyes closed in worship, this mother gave her daughter to the Lord.
Eyes closed in worship, she knew her daughter’s triumph over death belonged to the Lord
Can we do that on this Good Friday, give back to Him the pain we endure these moments on earth?
Can we see the glory he is rendering beneath the heartache?
Can we believe the curse of pain and and the most heartbreaking sorrow is broken beneath the cross?
Can we lift our hands to him, a gesture of release, of letting go? In return, grace replaces sorrow, grace replaces grief, grace allows the most wretched pain to bring us even closer to Him….
Broken and shattered
Refilled by joy
And the witness of His glory.
Of the power of the cross.
In memory of Cathryn Elizabeth Bryant, who went home to the Lord on April 5, 2017, and in honor of the generations of women who surround her, her mother, Martha, her daughters Kristen and Michelle, and her granddaughter-in -waiting, Aubrey.