As you know, yesterday was Good Friday. Good Friday represents the day Jesus was betrayed, beaten, and took His last breath on a wooden cross. Everyone always talks about Jesus and His journey (which is most important, obviously), but I think about His friends and His mother.
Mary, teen mom to the Most High God, watched Him turn into a man. When she took the task of being Jesus’ caregiver on this earth, she knew He would save mankind. I don’t think she knew what emotions would be acquired with that.
[“But Mary kept these things and pondered them in her heart.” Luke 2:19]
No one ever talks about the day in between Good Friday + Easter. And for good reason too, I think. Mary lost her son. Mary Magdalene lost her friend. The disciples lost their teacher. It was a day of grief.
Pain, grief, hurt, loss, brokenness come in the night. But JOY comes in the morning, waiting for you like a warm hug. You see, Jesus died and His family and friends mourned their loss. But they rejoiced when Jesus rose. Some say “Nothing lasts for long”. That goes for pain too.
Trusting in the Lord and not trusting on your own knowledge never fails. Jesus knew His death was necessary for saving the ones He loved (literally everybody). He also knew that He would wake from His death to ascend to His rightful place next to His Father.
Jesus knows your pain and He knows the joy that will follow. Hang in there. Joy comes in the morning.