On the first day of the week, Mary of Magdala came to the tomb early in the morning, while it was still dark, and saw the stone removed from the tomb. 2So she ran and went to Simon Peter and to the other disciple whom Jesus loved, and told them, “They have taken the Lord from the tomb, and we don’t know where they put him.” So Peter and the other disciple went out and came to the tomb. They both ran, but the other disciple ran faster than Peter and arrived at the tomb first; 5he bent down and saw the burial cloths there, but did not go in. When Simon Peter arrived after him, he went into the tomb and saw the burial cloths there, and the cloth that had covered his head, not with the burial cloths but rolled up in a separate place. Then the other disciple also went in, the one who had arrived at the tomb first, and he saw and believed. For they did not yet understand the Scripture that he had to rise from the dead.
Before, I never realized the sacrifices and concern of my own mother for me, till I became a mother myself. I made wrong decisions in my life because I disregarded her love and concern for me when I was still young. But literally, I don’t need to wait for a family member to die before I open up my eyes to the truth and reality of a mother’s love. Though it was too late before I realized my mistake, but it’s never too late to make up for my own mistakes and shortcomings. Whatever forms, healing takes time…..