A chill of silence falls on this day. The day between Friday and Sunday.
A quiet space from what was and what is to come.
How often do we live in our plans, our expectations of what life will be like? Our grand dreams and visions for the future. Be they for our families, our careers or our ministries. We have in mind something originated in our hearts but deeply mingled with that in which we have seen.
Then something happens. Something unexpected. A crisis. A stripping away. A death of what was to be.
It dies to give way for something better to rise.
So we wait in the silence. Dumbfounded, confused, lonely and afraid. We wonder if yesterday was a dream. Was everything we gave up in vain? We begin to doubt. Our hope begins to slip away like running water through our fingers.
And yet often we are called to wait.
In the in-between times of loss and hope we are called to listen in the silence.
We cry out and hear nothing in response. Be still and know… He is God. Rely on the faith of being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we can’t see.
This quiet day between Friday and Sunday reminds us that even in the stillness and silence, God continues to work.
He has a plan and it does not cease just because we are forced to stand still.
Let us make room for the marvelous to be seen.