I woke up this morning, my mind a bit in a fog, not knowing right away the day of the week. Then I remembered it’s Maundy Thursday of Holy Week. I’ve wanted to center my thoughts this week on remembering the greatest story of Love, and this week has been one of feeling everything thing from numb to joy to sorrow to gratitude…to simply being aware of my own humanness and need for a Savior.
I strolled the park with my son on Tuesday, the rays of sun warming the earth and giving us a beautiful day to inhale fresh air. A little later while preparing food in the kitchen, playful giggles mixed with words on the radio. I stood there numb for a moment, realizing that while my morning had been peaceful, chaos was breaking out in another part of the world. I didn’t know where Brussels was, but soon found out.
So much ache in this world. What in the world?
There are people hurting everywhere, people searching for hope—trying to make some sense out the unfolding of life on earth.
That sun we enjoyed Tuesday, soon turned to a thick blanket of white, covering rooftops and trees standing tall—closing down much around town yesterday. I stirred soup, baked cookie bars, sipped coffee, listened to Son and Husband play in the basement. At times I felt cooped up, but nudged myself because I have the comfort of a warm home and some don’t. And I peered out the glass often, watching the snow fall steady, the wind gusting snowflakes right to left at times.
It was a completely different day than the one before.
In the midst of dinner preparation, I gazed out the kitchen window and saw light. I slid on my tall snow boots and crunched through white fluff up to my knees. My eyes met the sun peeking over the neighbor’s snowcapped rooftop, and peace filled my soul.
Beautiful light shone over glistening snow and I just wanted to stay in that moment.
It was like a whisper of hope—the hope found in the One who came to shine Light in the darkness and turn our mourning into joy—the One who humbly gave His life so that we can have everlasting life where tears will be no more and radiant beauty will always shine.
So this Holy Week, while there’s been a mixture of multicolored emotions, I center my focus and look up at the Light. I pause to thank our Beautiful Savior, to remember His death and resurrection that breathes life into the darkest of spaces, knowing that He is the Hope this world aches for. He is the Hope that will not be shaken.
Tomorrow is Friday, but Sunday is coming.
Arise, shine, for your light has come,
and the glory of the Lord rises upon you.
~ Isaiah 60:1 (NIV)