Welcome to Her Story, His Glory, where we bring history’s most powerful voices to life. Today, we step into the heart of Mary, the mother of Jesus, not in sorrow, but in overwhelming joy. The cross was not the end. The tomb could not hold Him. He is risen!

Imagine the depth of a mother’s grief turning into unimaginable joy. She saw Him die, she held the pain of loss, and now—she sees Him alive. The Son she once cradled now reigns victorious, ascended to His Father, His kingdom without end.

But what does a mother say in the face of such a miracle? How does she reconcile the child she loved with the eternal Savior He has become? And what does she do now, in a world forever changed by the resurrection?

In this episode, we hear Mary’s voice as she reflects on the triumph of her Son - the Risen King.

Let’s begin!

🎙 Welcome Her Story, His Glory, where we step into the hearts and minds of those who witnessed history’s most powerful moments. Today, we hear from Mary, the mother of Jesus, not in the joy of His birth, nor in the wonder of His miracles, but in the darkest hour of His life… and hers.

She stands at the foot of the cross, watching the Son she once cradled now struggle for breath. The hands she held as a child now bear the weight of nails. The voice that spoke life now whispers its final words. And yet, even in her sorrow, she does not look away.

What does a mother pray as she watches her son die? How does she reconcile the promise of His birth with the horror of His suffering? And does she still dare to hope?

In this episode, we step into Mary’s deepest pain—and her deepest faith. Join us as we listen to Mary’s Reflection: A Mother at the Cross.

Let’s begin.

Welcome to "Her Story, His Glory", where we step into the sandals of those who were there, witnesses to the moments that changed everything.

Today, we journey to the bustling streets of Jerusalem, where crowds gathered, palm branches waved, and hope rode in on a donkey. But this isn’t the story from a scroll or a pulpit, this is from the voice of a woman who was there. Not a leader. Not a disciple. Just someone like you and me. Watching. Wondering. Forever changed.

This is her story. Palm Sunday, through her eyes.