I meditated on the Joyful mysteries to the thump of my feet on the treadmill in the early silence of Holy Saturday morning. Hail Mary, full of grace... The almost wail-like tone of the chanting of the end of the Passion of St. John
echoed in my head from the liturgy of Good Friday. It brought me back
to another Saturday morning run on the treadmill when my heart was full
of hope after I learned I was newly pregnant last Fall. The hope only
lasted a few weeks as our baby passed away
too soon. While I prayed the rosary my heart ached for our Blessed
Mother as I contemplated how her search for the child Jesus in the
Temple was a precursor to the laying of her dead son in the Tomb. With
all of her sorrow she had to trust in God’s plan and walk away from the
body of her son.
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