“I just wish it was Saturday already!” I couldn’t help but laugh at Felicity’s honest declaration of what everyone thinks most…Tuesday mornings. Saturdays are great days at our home because alarms are off, breakfast is longer than the car ride to school, and (most of the time) we can enjoy doing what the demands of life has been putting off for the week. Saturdays feel like they could just go on forever, but they don’t. Sunday rolls around and with it, the reminder that Monday-Friday is on the horizon once again.
With this weekend being Easter, I have been thinking a lot about what that “Saturday” must have been like for those who had been with Jesus for 3 ½ years. Can you imagine what that Saturday was like for Jesus’ mom? She had known and loved Him for 33 years, and the day before she watched her son brutally executed and die. I cannot even fathom the grief she experienced. On top of all that they had seen, they were now left questioning whether or not everything He had said was true. The miracles, the intimate conversations, the exuberance of their calling to join the group all played over and over in the minds, as they hid in fear, wondering if they had wasted the last 3 ½ years of their lives. Saturday hurt – Saturday called into question every day before – Saturday made Sunday seem impossible.
I’ve endured a few Saturdays in my lifetime. I am in the midst of one now. And I have to tell you, the experience is far from the joy of sleeping in and having a free schedule. The Saturdays I have experienced cause me to stop and question all that I know to be true. The Saturday I am in now hurts at times and makes me wonder if and when the “day” will ever end. And the truth is, it will. But I have to be intentional about praying through those moments; asking God to silence the noise and provide moments of soul rest, so that I can hear, remember, and think on what is true.
We don’t know if moments of reminiscing provided comfort to Jesus’ followers that Saturday. I know it does wonders for my heart – to think back on what God has done for me. He has been so faithful. This time…this moment…is not the event that will change anything about who He is. I have to tell myself that for it to stick! When He says that He is never going to leave us or forsake us, He means even when it feels like He has…never really means never.
For me (maybe you, too?) Saturday is here for a short period of time. Sunday is on the way! That day, much like the first Easter Sunday, will be a spectacular demonstration to remind you and I that when God makes a promise, He moves heaven and earth to provide for His people.
“From of old no one has heard
or perceived by the ear,
no eye has seen a God besides you,
who acts for those who wait for him.”