Holy Week, especially Good Friday, has been a grace for me, a grace that I perceive as a weight to this day. (I don't know if that is the right word. What I mean is a "positive weight,” or a reminder from God; I don't know.) Jesus is very present within me.
Even though Good Friday is a sad day, I don't know how to explain the joy and the burning desire I have to suffer for the Lord. Nothing seems enough for me: the lack of sleep, fasting, hot weather, attending to people... Everything that is difficult for me fills me with joy, because it brings me closer to Our Lord.
That night we prayed the Rosary while looking at pictures from the movie The Passion. I started to cry. Every time I look at the Virgin Mary and think about her sorrow in the Passion, and see Our Lord so humiliated, I cannot control my sobbing. I remained in front of the cross for a long time, praying for the grace to never, ever forget all that Our Lord and the Virgin Mary suffered for me. Even though we are in the Easter Octave, I still meditate on the Passion.