Silent Saturday

Yesterday was Good Friday. A day to honor and recognize the death of Jesus on the cross. To really bask in the wonder of what he went through all because He wanted Life with ME and YOU. I’ve never been more thankful for that sacrifice.

Today is Silent Saturday. The day after Jesus died where there was complete silence. A day of waiting. A day of mourning. A day of many tears. A day of absolute grief.

This year has very much felt like a Silent Saturday in my walk with Jesus. Mourning and grieving what was and what could’ve been. Prayers after prayers that were met with complete silence. Wondering if anyone was even listening. Tears streaming down my face. Falling to my knees. Begging for answers as to Why.

But what I realized is that silent Saturday is only temporary. Because then comes Sunday – Easter. When Christ rose from the dead. The moment where Gods spirit rested on His people. The moment where He defeated death and created Eternity – eternity where my daughter now is. The moment where light overcame the darkness.

Saturday may be silent, but it doesn’t mean God isn’t working. He was working on that quiet Saturday 2,000+ years ago. He was moving. Just like I know He is in my life today – even if I can’t see it.

To get to Sunday, you have to have Saturday. And so on this Silent Saturday I’m thanking Jesus for His provision in the silence of my life this last year. I’m thanking Him for His hand on me in the waiting. I’m thanking Him for working behind the scenes in my life. I’m even thanking Him for the tears and the grief – All of which has led me striving to get closer to Him.

And I’m asking Him, if and when it is His will for me, to please show me Sunday.

But until that happens, I’m going to keep praising Him in the silence of my Saturday💜

“I have been crucified with Christ and I no longer live, but Christ lives in me. The life I now live in the body, I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me.” Galatians 2:20