I wrestled with posting my story below on Good Friday. It is a day that is set apart to remember the reality of what Jesus did when He consciously made the choice to suffer and die. I want to honor that.
But the reality is that what I have written connects very directly to Good Friday--for me personally.
Good Friday was a day of victory for the world. But no one knew it at the time. Jesus' suffered. He was humiliated. Abandoned. Seemingly Alone.
His followers were disillusioned. They couldn't understand what or why it was all happening. They didn't know yet that there was a purpose to the pain. Sunday hadn't come yet.
In some areas of my life, I feel like I am suspended between Friday and Sunday. I can't see the whole picture--or don't realize that God is still working out a bigger plan. Good Friday reminds me--gives me the assurance--that there is an empty tomb around the corner. It is on the horizon.
It was not God's plan for my son to die. I make no correlation between Josiah's death and Jesus' sacrifice. But I do see how God wastes nothing. He can bring such complete and glorious restoration that it looks like He planned the whole mess He redeems. He's that good.
Father has very intimately been taking my hand and walking me through some of the most painful terrain of my heart. He has asked me to isolate memories and events one by one so that He can show me what I couldn't see as each one unfolded.
And in that process He is gently pulling back the curtain, and revealing the empty tomb. And the resurrected Jesus is walking through the garden of my soul--with victory in His hands and a new song for my heart.