More than two thousand years ago today, on the in-between-day, had I been there, I would have felt far MORE than cloudy and gray with a chance of showers. But, gray would have been the color of my soul: heartbroken. afraid. lonely. depressed. grieving. confused. hopeless. directionless. angry. questioning. lost. stuck. gray.
Way back then. I would not have known, not really, that Sunday was coming. I would have already forgotten. Already forgotten to watch and hope for it. Even though He told me, and went over this with me ahead of time, and said "in 3 days...". On Saturday.... my memory of the cross, the grave, the sorrow, the pain would have seemed endlessly permanent. On Saturday, I would have thought this is it. Gray forever. (sigh....I am so not-good at Saturdays... )
But today, I know that Sunday is just around the corner.
Whether Yesterday, or whether in my todays, Sunday is just around the corner. In a wink and a promise, New LIFE will be everywhere. The Promise will rise from the gray dark grave.
And that is GOOD NEWS.
"You have turned my mourning into dancing, my sorrow into joy. "
Thank you, hardly seems enough.