The grief gives way to the waiting.
For those that loved Him it must have been the most deafening quiet they had ever known.
What was it like for the disciples on that first day, the day after?
Was their silent day filled with thoughts of fear, guilt, sorrow, condemnation, and doubt?
Were they in too much shock to feel anything, or did they begin to realize it was all as He said it would be, as quiet hope, anticipation, and joy began to fill the void?
Or did they struggle to even remember His promises? Cling to His words, cling to all they had seen Him do, to all He had taught them?
In our own lives, in the aftermath of the really hard stuff, what do we do?
In the moments after the worst things we can imagine happening, actually happen, do we cling to His promises?
Do we hold fast to the truth we know, despite the shattered mess we see?
Do we choose faith over the chaotic feelings of our broken hearts?
We need to.
In the silence of our own “in between” days we can find rest in His past faithfulness and truths.
And as we find rest in that-
we find clarity..
..and suddenly we find joy
Sunday is coming.