I noticed Bernie Bear next to my bed the other night. She is a small white bear that I got to bring home from the hospital instead of my baby. I snatched her up into my arms and lay down for the night. I think longingly, lovingly of my precious Mary Bernadette, but there was something pushing through my thick sleepy thoughts. Someone. Another mother. As I lay there, I think of Mary, Mother of God. I think of the pain in her heart as her son dies before her eyes. I think of the ETERNAL event. I think of my fleeting pain in the wake of the ETERNAL cross. I think of her reunion with her son in heaven and am comforted!
Holy Mary, Mother of God… pray for us who in a small way share in your heartache.
The Apostolate of Hannah's Tears 