It is Sunday, the day of the resurrection

It is Sunday. the day of the resurrection.
Mary went to the tomb with spices where Jesus was laid.
She knew that needed to be done and because of her love for him, she made the long walk.
Arriving there she noticed the stone was moved and the tomb was empty.
Weeping and wondering she didn’t understand where he could be?
There were angels there and they asked her, “Why do you seek the living among the dead?”
He is not here, he has risen.
She just wanted to know where he was so she could see with her eyes and believe in her heart.
Just tell me where they placed him, and I will go find it.
The angels said, “HE is not here”.
Sorrow was upon her heart and at one point the angels asked her why she was crying.
She said, “if you have taken him somewhere please let me know.”
At that time Jesus said to her, “Mary”.
She was startled and happy wanting to cling to him and hold onto him.
He said, NO don’t. It is not time.
And Mary went to tell the disciples all that she saw and heard so that they could go see and hear also.
Now we have to back up a bit because the only one who could say her name with great meaning was JESUS.
“Mary”… personal and unique and heart felt from Jesus.
Her name. When someone says your name. it is a reflection of relationship and honor.
“Mary”… the same voice that spoke to her out of her old way of living.
The same voice that healed her heart in the way that ONLY Jesus could do.
I wonder if HE knew that was the only way her heart would believe.
Hearing his voice one more time would be just what she needed.
That would be amazing when you think of how she understood him to be gone.
Then hope came to her.
“Mary”.
A miracle story and a proclamation from her, “I have seen the Lord.”
It is Sunday the day of the resurrection.
And they said to her, “Why do you seek the living among the dead?”