Nicodemus also, who earlier had come to Jesus by night, came bringing a mixture of myrrh and aloes, about seventy-five pounds in weight. So they took the body of Jesus and bound it in linen cloths with the spices, as is the burial custom of the Jews.
John 19:39–40
The silence is heavy, promises feel distant, and hope seems buried. From every visible angle, it looks like the end. But what feels like the end is often where God is doing His deepest work.
Not in clarity, but in waiting.
Not in answers, but in trust.
The disciples do not yet understand resurrection, but God is already accomplishing it. Holy Saturday is the space between promise and fulfillment. The tension between what God said and what we can see.
The gospel does not remove waiting; it redeems it. Because even when nothing appears to be happening, God is never inactive. He is working beneath the surface, beyond our sight, according to His perfect timing.
Discipleship requires trusting Him because the story is not over.
Father, we confess how quickly we lose hope when we cannot see what You are doing. We struggle to trust in the silence. Thank You that You are always working, even when we cannot perceive it. Strengthen our faith in the waiting. Help me rest in Your promises, not my perspective. I surrender my timeline and trust Your purposes.
Trusting in the silence,
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