Fatherly Comfort
Jesus raises his head and looks at his father, who is giving him a look of tenderness, love and understanding.
Jesus, now sobbing loudly, lunges his father, who received him in his arms. Now the storm is stronger, but God does not seem to mind, let nature take its course as he prepares to console his son, who now cries inconsolably on his shoulder.
"Father ... I miss, I miss a lot. How do you endure so much pain?" Jesus asked between sobs.
"Son, it is not easy. Imagine how hard it was for me to let you come to earth to fulfill your mission to redeem the world. I cried a lot at first, but when Mary began to talk about me, I felt great joy, because it was when you, even as a baby, recognize me as your heavenly father. since then, I never felt sadness or pain, because I could follow you everywhere, watching you from above. "
"Always so wise, father. My mother is and always will be a great woman, someone very important in my life. I remember the first word I uttered after" God "was Mom, and I remember the joy I felt at that time . she cried so much when I was crucified ... and when I was risen. and you're right, I remember now that I can also observe and be close to my children, my sweet lambs ... Although not visible to the eye. Only will be a bright shade, which will lead in his ways. And ... going to sound strange to say, but ... I wish my mother were here, miss her so much ... And I need to feel his hug too. "
"Well, you need not wait any longer to get a hug from Mom, my son," Mary angelic laughter seemed to stop the storm.
Jesus smiled as delicate, but gentle arms of Mary, wrapped him and God. Mary was glowing as ever, and her maternal gaze seemed to dispel the storm clouds were on the horizon before.
"I missed you, my mother," Jesus returned the hug, while God smiled tenderly.
"And I you, my baby." The virgin stroked her forehead.
"Mom, I'm not a baby!" Jesus groaned as God laugh
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"Maybe not, but always be my sweet baby, my little one, whom I cradled in my arms," Mary hugged him stronger, and Jesus, softened, leaned his head on his mother's breast and closed his eyes, with a tender smile.
Even Jesus needs some comfort from His family.