Thoughts on this Holy Saturday-
The day that so many thought all hope was lost and they saw no signs of hope.
Last night wasn’t perfect but it was still precious-
After driving home 9 hours in lots of traffic yesterday, we finally got home around 5:30pm- much later than I hoped or expected. I still wanted to make the 7:30pm Good Friday service at our church, but wondered if it was the best choice, considering the children were exhausted from the week and being in the car for so long. But as we started talking about it, Sam firmly said he wanted to go to church, so we hurriedly changed clothes, ate dinner and headed to NEPC. They were antsy and tired, but my heart swelled as I heard their voices lift in worship- one child louder than the others. And that same child leaned over to me as the Pastor shared about the gospel and whispered “Mommy, am I going to Satan”? And I turned to her, and whispered- “do you trust in Jesus alone for your salvation?” And she said yes- and I said “you belong to God. You are His child and you will forever be with Him”. I never want to forget that moment. And a few minutes later the Pastor asked- “Is Jesus precious to us”? And she said “yes!”, and looked at me and smiled, with her eyes sparkling.
A few moments later, it became evident that we needed to leave early- already an hour past bedtime, we were all exhausted from our week and our full day of travel and we scooted out a little early. On the outside, our evening looked imperfect…but I’m so thankful that God gave me that precious window into my child’s heart. I’m so thankful that Sam insisted we go to church when it would have been easier to stay home and get to bed early. But most of all I’m thankful for the cross- that Jesus did the ultimate hard thing for the joy set before Him. I pray His example continues to spur us on as we face hard things that look imperfect on the inside; but we press on believing there is hidden treasure within. #hisgracestillabounds #theendisgood
