Sometimes it is in the quiet hours of the morning that more of yourself is revealed. You discover that the raw ends of your soul have a yearning to grow and mend. You see potential in the early light of this far off place called tomorrow. A tomorrow we all dream to live in. Tomorrow I will enjoy the outdoors. Tomorrow I will work on listening to the quiet. Tomorrow I will focus on inner beauty. Where is this tomorrow? The reality is, tomorrow is today and today is yesterday. We spend too much time planning for a tomorrow. We plan and we mull over the details wasting so much breath worrying, that could be focused on what was gently brushing over the pores in the moment. We wait for Sunday, forgetting the importance of Friday.

Last night I longed for sleep. My eyes refusing to close, I decided I would ride around hoping to calm my thoughts. I know, an unlikely haven, but rich in comfort. So, as sleep refused to take me, I decided to revisit a comfort that I know all too well. Being alone in the dark I walked to my car, my instincts recognized the familiar scent of fear but suddenly as I looked around, my steps slowed. I took a breath and shut my eyes. Silence. It has never felt so beautiful. Silence. The cold air crisp on my face, refreshing. Silence. After hours of laying staring up a eyes-adjusted-to-the-black-so-now-grey ceiling, exhausted from fighting my loud thoughts and holding my eyelids shut, I breathed in the grace that the silent night air provided. I imagine that this is what Friday must have felt like. Silent.

We all know what Friday feels like. The hopeless taste of plans that hurt. The sting of unanswered desperate prayer. And the empty feeling of a soul that has lost its purpose. We know all too well the burden that life bears. Darkness that invades our hearts and blurs our vision from seeing God’s hand. Friday could last an entire lifetime if we let it and sometimes it feels as though it does. We cloud our future with the thought of everyday being like Friday. The Friday that lasts into Saturday morning. As feet hit the ground to begin a new day and swallowing the realization that Friday wasn’t a bad dream. Little does the faint of heart know that Sunday has yet to come. Friday the world turned black, only that is what makes Sunday so much brighter.

So as I drove around in the what was now beginning to be early Sunday morning, I made the realization that Jesus allowed the darkness of Friday to shake His people into the glory of Sunday. To bring people to their knees in order to be ready to kiss His feet upon His return. I tangibly felt the grace of knowing that Christ goes to extreme measures to bring His people to Him. Even divorce. Heartbreak. Lies. Betrayal. Jesus revealed to me that He allows sleepless nights only to establish time to spend with Him. His love is so great He doesn’t let me wander far before stepping in the way of my path and forcing me to rejoice in Him.

Maybe tomorrow will be a Friday or maybe it will be a glorious Sunday but today it is important to realize that everyday has a purpose in the growth of a heart. Steadfastness.
This Easter has reminded that storms end in sunshine and Jesus will chase me to the ends of the earth. He showed me His protection of me extends all my days. But most importantly He proved that He is my safe place and always brings me a Sunday morning.
I’m thankful for a Savior that died for all of the sin in my heart. That catches each of my footsteps. & most importantly conquered death with me in mind.