about the morning when death was conquered by our Lord.
I mean, God, I know how things were on that Friday when He died. Or at least I’ve heard.
The sun hid its face. All was black, right in the middle of the day.
The earth shook.
Creation mourned, that day that Your own Son became sin, for me.
All of creation cried in devastation, in grief.
I still feel overwhelmed, when I think of it.
But I wonder, God . . . on that third day . . . when the price for my sin had been paid in full . . .
When Jesus stood up, stretched, and walked out of that tomb . . .
The sun shined on that day! Did it shine even brighter than ever before?
Did the flowers bloom more proudly?
Did the trees stand straighter?
I wonder if the fish splashed more, jumped higher. . .
I wonder if the birds sang more beautifully than they had. . .
I’ll bet they did!
Was the grass greener, the sky bluer? Did the colors of nature stand out in more stunning brilliance?
Something tells me they did.
Somehow, in my spirit, I just know it!
I know that on this day, when I remember fully what You did for me, I feel more alive than ever before!
And I also wonder . . .
If I’ll ever be able to show You how grateful I am.
Thank You, Lord.
Beautiful post, Renae.
I also try to imagine myself in the shoes of Jesus’ followers. We know Good Friday will be followed by Easter, but imagine how they must have felt on that terrible day.
Yes. It must have been awful for them. I’m so glad we know the end of the story. Like them, we don’t know what tomorrow holds. But like them, we can seek Him and stay close to Him, because near our Lord is always the best place to be, don’t you think?
Blessings to you, Lillie.
Renae, wonderful thoughts. Thanks for pointing out yet another way to think of that amazing day. I’m like you — I can’t help but think that beauty was heightened on that day, that the air was charged with victory. Maybe a taste of heaven?!
Thanks, Cheryl! Yes, I think it must have been . . .