Easter Saturday. The time between. "Weeping may endure for the night but joy comes in the morning." Weeping may endure...may is not a definitive word. It might happen. It might not. Joy comes in the morning is definitive. It will happen. Joy will come in the morning.
How do we get from the night of grief to the morning of joy? How do we do the between time? We lean into our grief. It is the normal reaction to the death of someone we love. We were not created for separation. We grieve much because we love much.
There are no shortcuts, or detours on the grief journey.
The only way is straight on through the night.
Shed every tear.
Feel every feeling.
Cry every cry.
Embrace every pain.
Remember every memory.
Look at every picture.
Savor every belonging.
Visit every place.
Write every word.
Sing every song.
Pray every prayer.
And somewhere along the way
you will find the morning light.
In the bleak loneliness of Saturday, we learn how much God loves us. He loves us so much. He misses us so much. He seperated Himself from the son He loves to breach that wall of separation. He sent Jesus to bring us home.
Friday is broken parting.
Saturday we wait and weep.
Sunday joy comes in the morning.
Blessed Easter and joy be to you all.
