Near
the cross of Jesus stood his mother, his mother’s sister, Mary the wife of
Clopas, and Mary Magdalene. When
Jesus saw his mother there, and the disciple whom he loved standing nearby, he
said to her, “Woman,b here is your son,” and to the disciple, “Here is your mother.” From that time on, this disciple took
her into his home.
Some of Jesus’ final, last words.
The last words He would ever utter. And these were some of the ones He chose.
When asked to share a testimony on words of love, you know that the Father had
every bit of divine interaction when choosing us. We are undeserving of the story He has chosen
to tell for us, and from the beginning of that story, we have said we wanted to
always give glory to the one who ultimately deserved it. I can’t think of a better way, or for that
fact…a better day.
Many of you might not know that We struggled to get to the
wild, crazy, fun, and sometimes insane amount of boys that we have. But it was
a journey. We had three years of infertility, and wrapped between those years
we had two very difficult and scary losses. A tragic story, that really looked
hopeless, impossible, and needed spirit filled intervention. Our last lost was
one that left me crippled both emotionally and physically. I was unable to try
again for a year. And if you have ever tried to have a baby, a year is an
eternity. Especially when you have been looked at with question and doubt…
Our first born son, came from deep
deep love and sacrifice, much like the love of Jesus’ last words utter to his
precious mother and his closest disciple and friend. Our first born son, was
not born from my womb but from a womb of a precious girl who chose life and
sacrifice. Our sweet girl, Jaden’s birthmom, chose in the moment of what looked
like mistake, hopelessness, fear and tragedy, to act in the most sacrificial
love that is possible. She gave her son to us. To Love as our own, to cherish
as our own, to embrace…as our own. Her
love for Jaden, for us, has always to this day been a reflection of Gods
greatest love in my life.
Jesus. In the greatest moment of love, made a choice of sacrifiing
his own life, and in that moment He
looked upon his mother with affection. He remembered Mary, and in that moment
spoke the deepest words of love to her. He was loving Mary deeply to give her a
son, to love, to fulfill that mothers desire. He was loving Mary, by taking
care of her. By letting her go, and placing her in the hands of John, he knew
that she would take care of him, and that John would in turn would take care of
her.
And he was loving John, by choosing
Him…Jesus loved his mom, in that moment I believe Jesus looked at Mary and John
with human love wrapped in Godly affection. He was seeing his mom and he knew
the ache she would have, and he was looking at John, and knew what he was
asking. What an honor for John…to be given Jesus’s mother to love and care
for….And ultimately he was doing both of these things…to give them life. The
greatest of all sacrifices, in his life alone.
5 years ago, a young 17 old mother, did the same. She gave
life. She gave life to a vibrant, exuberant, ecstatic little boy….and she gave
life, and healing, to a broken mother with the greatest desires. A story that
Satan wanted to paint as tragedy, that God used as VICTORY. Today we stand before a community we are proud
to call family. A year ago this month we moved here unknowing what things God
had in store for our family. In a moment of what looked like sacrifice…God has
blessed tenfold. Great sacrifice always brings great reward. We can remember
that today of all days. The greatest sacrifice ever given, a son, a life, for
forgiveness and eternal heavenly union with our Father. Sorrow, for a moment.
Joy for eternity. We must always look to the cross in every situation we are
faced with. Looking at the cross will remind us that with tragedy, sorrow,
loss, and hopelessness was nailed to that Cross…But Victory always come,
Victory is ours, Victory is in the name of Jesus. HE HAS RISEN.
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