Easter Saturday

Caught in between the pain and sadness of Good Friday - and the of the resurrected Lord on Sunday is this middle ground on Easter Saturday.

I know the end of the story. I know that joy comes in the morning.

But there was a time on that very first Easter Saturday when the world did not know that heaven was counting to three.

The people were stuck in the pain and the chaos that was brought by Jesus' death on the cross. There were stories of hope, glimmers of what could be - but that Saturday, nothing had happened yet.

That's a lot of what I feel today - the truth in knowing that it will get better, the joy that will come some morning soon when I'm not asked to stay home and not see loved ones - I know that truth is there. I have faith in the Lord - and our fellow humans (well, most of them, anyway!).

But today feels "wander-y" - a wait with no end.