Today is that day between the crucifixion and the resurrection. How was it for the disciples? We know what is coming on Sunday. We know ... HE IS RISEN! ... but they did not.
How the women must have felt as they prepared the customary spices for burial. The very one who once anointed His feet in her love ... now she is preparing to anoint Him again. The grief.
As I contemplate the silence of this time, I remember grief. How in those first few days ... there really are no words.
I know the outcome. But yet this year I feel the grief. The journey of the heart from one season to another. He was with us ... His work is done? We have the benefit and the blessing of the Scriptures to know what is going on in the Spirit during this time.
They did not.
Yet they still made preparations to go to the tomb and do what they needed to do in the season they found themselves in.
I know I need to stay here for a day. To look at this emotion and really grasp and understand it. I need to set aside the expectation of what tomorrow will bring and find my peace and my joy in my faith that somehow God will work this entire life out to His satisfaction. The Word tells me that. He will create in me a clean heart, He will replace the stony heart with one of flesh, He will establish a new covenant with me. I just need to keep my eyes on Him.
I think of my Robert. I'm in that season with him. Maybe that's why I sense the Lord wants me to keep in this place to truly get the work finished.
Even if what I am standing on does not come through ... even then, I will serve You, Lord!