A large crowd trailed behind, including many grief-stricken women. But Jesus turned and said to them, “Daughters of Jerusalem, don’t weep for me, but weep for yourselves and for your children. Luke 23:27-28
Jesus today I come with the grief-stricken women of Jerusalem. I come as a daughter sick with grief.
I woke up this morning after night of agitated sleep feeling sick. I felt nauseated. My head hurt. I never miss a morning with my kids to send them off to school. Today I had no desire to fix breakfast or kiss cheeks. My heart was in the grave today.
I am stricken with grief.
Jesus, I come to you begging you to pull me out. You are the only one who ever killed death itself. I need you to pull me out of my son’s grave. I need you to hold my face and pull my eyes into yours. Let me see your face. I need to see the face of life. I need to see the face of the resurrection. I need to see your face of victory.
I came with the grief-stricken women. Let me walk away with a different group of women.
But very early on Sunday morning the women went to the tomb, taking the spices they had prepared. They found that the stone had been rolled away from the entrance. So they went in, but they didn’t find the body of the Lord Jesus. As they stood there puzzled, two men suddenly appeared to them, clothed in dazzling robes.
The women were terrified and bowed with their faces to the ground. Then the men asked, ‘Why are you looking among the dead for someone who is alive? He isn’t here! He is risen from the dead!’ Luke 24:1-6