It is one long endless day.
The sky is gray.
It's neither light nor dark.
A treadmill of making meals,
doing dishes,
vacuuming rugs,
playing with kids,
reading stories and
wondering...
Will lent end?
Will the shelter in place end?
Will summer come?
Will the weather get nice?
Will life ever go back to normal?
How does this time change things in the long term?
What will it be like in September when this baby comes into the world?
Lazarus died. Jesus wept.
He was heading back to Jerusalem.
His time was drawing near.
His disciples sensed danger, but they couldn't put together the pieces.
It was a cloud of overwhelming uncertainty.
There's no way they could have possibly imagined the path they would walk...
to the foot of the cross,
the tomb,
the resurrection,
the tongues of fire,
the meetings in homes
the trips to the ends of the earth.
Easter is coming.
Summer is coming.
There is a light that cannot be defeated.
There is a hope that cannot be destroyed.
It may feel like the endless winter from frozen...
or an endless season of watching frozen.
But my trust lies in hope that cannot be seen.
My certainty found in love incarnate.
For after the cross comes a glorious morning
and I will wait and watch for the pink hem of the sunrise.
It's just around the corner...
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