(If you didn’t read Part 1 of Stuck on Friday, please click here to do that before reading today’s post!)

The angel said to the women, “Do not be afraid; for I know that you are looking for Jesus who has been crucified. He is not here, for He has risen, just as He said. Come, see the place where He was lying. Go quickly and tell His disciples that He has risen from the dead; and behold, He is going ahead of you into Galilee, there you will see Him; behold, I have told you.” – Matthew 28:5-7

But I don’t give up hope, even after years of Friday. Because I know what those disciples didn’t know. Sunday is on the way.

Peter got his chance to make up for all three of those denials, replacing them with statements of love, as he shared breakfast with the best friend he’d just buried 3 days before. How surreal must that have been?

John and Mary now exchanged long glances filled with wonder, tearful hugs of joy instead of sorrow. John would spend the rest of his days speaking of the Light and Love of this Man who had done the impossible, and chosen him as a witness… as a Brother.

Thomas struggled to hold on to his new vow as his eyes struggled to believe what was right in front of them. As his hands struggled to believe what they could feel and touch. And I can picture him sliding to the floor as his knees refused to hold him up when the truth struck home. When the relief flooded in.

Do you know what the thing really is? Jesus had told them. He had told them that he would die. He had told them that he would be back. He even told them it would happen in three days.

Did they mark their calendar? Did they encourage each other to keep hope when all seemed lost? Did they remember that this Man was the Son of the Living God? The promised Messiah? They had acknowledged those truths themselves as they walked with Him.

But no. Do you ever wonder what happened? Why they didn’t do any of those things? I don’t… I know exactly what happened. They got stuck on Friday. Friday was so much, it was too much, and they lost hope.

Do you ever feel that way, Dear Ones? Do you forget that Jesus has told us He’s coming? He has told us there would be trouble and suffering in this world, but that He is coming. That He has gone for the express purpose of preparing a place for us with Him there. A place for us. Have you forgotten that He is the Son of the Living God? The promised Messiah? Didn’t you acknowledge those truths just yesterday? Just last week? Just this morning?

Don’t get stuck on Friday. Sunday’s coming. Even if you’ve had years of Fridays. Or decades. One morning you will wake to find that the tomb has become a portal. That dashed hopes have become promises kept. That deliverance has come.

Sunday. Wait for it.

Heavenly Father, I believe, help my unbelief! Keep helping me. And I’ll keep leaning, hoping… trusting. In Jesus’ Name, Amen…

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Shelly