“It’s Friday, but Sunday’s coming!”
I’ve heard it so many times….And it’s so comforting that the pain of Friday will be taken away when Sunday comes. Today I wondered….What if Sunday doesn’t come?
The question popped into my head because it seems like before we let ourselves spend too much time on the pain of Friday, we quickly switch our minds to the glory and joy of Sunday. And in that quick switch, I believe we are missing something.
I spent time this week thinking about the disciples, Mary and those who were the core people who traveled with Jesus. You can imagine that on Friday, they were definitely not thinking about Sunday. I can’t imagine the pain and bewilderment they felt at Jesus death. Did they wonder how they had gotten everything so wrong? Maybe even wondering why it had ended as it did, and how they had wasted the last few years of their own lives. It probably did’t help that they most likely were in fear for their own lives and the fact that their friend that they loved had died.
I’ve tried to imagine how they would have been feeling, but my own pain and experiences in life fall short. For which I am throughly grateful. I’ve felt the sting of death, fear, anger, want and betrayal, but never all at once. At this point, could they even imagine going back to their old lives or how God could use them in the future?
And as I thought of their hopeless state, I wondered about others who are in their “Friday”? Do they have a “Sunday” to give them hope? Even more so I wondered, are we actually someone’s “Sunday”? Maybe we are the ones that God intends to use to bring that Sunday hope into the lives of those around us.
So on this Friday, don’t rush past it to Sunday. Take some time and let the hopelessness of those early followers break your heart. It won’t feel good, but when our hearts are broken, that is the time where God can use us best!
God bless….and Happy Easter!
I want to remember that in my actions, I sow seeds. They can be seeds that lift a person up, encourage and give strength. Or they can be discouraging, defeating and used to tear down.
Friday was a hard day. I had been out of sorts for the last few days. Maybe it was hormones, a heavy heart, work, hate pouring through the tv screen or a combination of that and more. I was blue I guess, so yesterday morning I tried to do what would put me in a better frame of mind. I read my bible and sat in the backyard in the only cool part of the day. My yard is not any kind of oasis, but there is enough growth and color to bring me peace. So as I sat there, I chose not to open FaceBook. I typically do it, so it was kind of weird for me, but I went with and hoped that it would contribute to a more peaceful state of mind.
I asked God to help me resolve to identify those things that are a step backwards for me, and to help me go forward. To LIVE fully! Every day! To work hard, play hard and most important…. LOVE hard.
I was thinking the other day how grateful I was. We had just gotten back from a family wedding in San Diego, and it had been so much fun! It was just a moment when I was reflecting on the wedding, the love of family, the amazing time we had and how far we had come this year.
It’s so funny how God speaks to me. Or maybe what’s really funny is how I listen? I told my husband the other day that I had never dreamed about being a writer. Like, that is what I want to do when I grow up! Nope….never felt that way. Writing for me is more about submission and therapy? I write to submit my thoughts and feelings to God, and ask Him to help me sort through them. To move from knowledge to wisdom. Well…hopefully.
It’s Mother’s Day, and I am sitting here listening to Christmas music. I know it’s crazy, but in some way it brings me comfort. It reminds me that there’s hope for this world.
pain, but as Mike said the other day, “I don’t think I’ve laughed so much.” It’s pretty weird because we typically laugh a lot!
Right?
Cheryl Mendoza 