A Mother’s Love

There are many types of mothers, and we manifest love in different ways.  Fathers too may exhibit some of these same things, but I am a mother, so this is from my perspective. (Thus the disclaimer)

I have a dear friend, who’s son was honored in a grand way.  I called her the next day, so she could relive a few of those moments with me.  I knew she would enjoy talking, about moments she experienced the previous day. I wanted to give her the opportunity to savor her joy.  I too admire her son, and was elated at his new appointment, so she could share away, with me.  A mother’s love is a powerful thing. 


A mother’s love can be fierce.  I have felt this, when my children have been picked on or treated unfairly.  This feeling of a bear protecting her cubs.  I wanted to bare my teeth, so to speak, to let the threat know that this little cub didn’t stand on their own.

Today, though my thoughts come from another place.  A mother’s gratitude.  When someone reaches out to help her child, a mother’s gratitude is a powerful love.  That helper will forever be cherished. Forever be held in the heart of the mother. 

This made me think….  we are made in our Father’s image.  This Mother’s response comes from our Creator… created in His image, male and female.  This is the feeling I need to remember, when I go to help my siblings in Christ… the powerful love begotten from gratitude.  Is this how much it means to our Father, when we help one another? 

Another thought… Jesus gave us to Mother Mary, while on the cross.  “Woman behold your son”.  Jesus gave us His mother, to be forever held in her heart.  Through John, our representative , Jesus, vulnerable, dying, saving humanity, gave us to His mother.  John was there for Jesus, as our sorrowful Mother looked on. A mother’s gratitude is a powerful thing.  

“In truth I tell you, in so far as you did this to one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did it to me.”

Mt 25:40

In His image we love.

Why Veronica?


Because I believe Christ’s encounter with Veronica to be one of the most powerful moments of Christ’s Passion, I have chosen “Veronica’s Veil” as the title to this blog. It is to me a foreshadowing, of sorts, to Jesus’ salvific journey. 

Before neighbors, government and church, Veronica removed her veil. She removed this garment about her, exposing her identity, and ignoring the limitations given her gender.  She belonged to no one; she was a child of God.  

With her eye on Jesus, she was bold in her action, stepping out from the crowd to go to Him.  She was the light of humanity that day.  She went to Christ and she offered Him her veil.  This garment that protected her, hid her, she gave to Him.  She did what we all want to do now.  She offered Jesus comfort, she helped Him, she publicly acknowledged Him. She was humanity’s shining star. 

Veronica held the face of God, as He placed His image in her hands.  She who was created in His image, received His created image. As if to be an encouragement that we are worth it, she gave herself, and in a few more steps, at the Cross, our Savior gave her everything.