How do you wake up and go on after Friday? Do you believe the last three years were just wasted? Do you feel like there's any hope?
The disciples went back to what they knew. They started fishing again. That would just make sense. They had to be numb. In that grief that just leaves you paralyzed.
Yesterday was the worst day of their life. And now what?
I think a lot of us live through Friday news ... cancer. death. divorce. job loss. move. betrayal. We know how it feels to have one of those punch in the gut kind of days that leave us wondering how we will ever get through.
And then we live in Saturday. Waiting. Wondering. Praying. And like the disciples, many of us just go back to what we know.
Saturday must have been the hardest day. Sunday was already promised, but did they get it? Probably not. They hadn't understood much of what Jesus told them. They just followed. And there was no one to follow today.
We are promised a future. We are promised reconciliation. We are made NEW. But getting through Saturday, living in the grief of Friday is the hardest thing many of us will ever do. This week, as I've prayed, so many friends sitting on Saturday, watching and waiting for the JOY that comes in the morning. But there's still no job offer, there's still no ring, there's still no baby, there's still no healing, there's still no sale, there's still no promise that she will stay.
So, I'm praying, today, for the strength to keep hoping and keep waiting and keep trusting that the grave is NOT the end. We know it's not. But as we shut the blinds, and wipe the tears, sometimes it seems it could be. Praying that joy comes soon for so many waiting and hurting today. Thankful that we don't have to wonder IF ... but trust that WHEN He comes, it will be good. And, even in the waiting, in this longest day, we are not alone.
Weeping may last for the night, but joy comes in the morning.
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