We’re still treading slowly through Lent and already I find myself longing to see that empty tomb. The days tick by at a strange pace that feels so slow in the moments and yet by weeks-end I can not figure out where Monday went. But I am thinking about that empty tomb. It’s no secret that as much as I appreciate the journey, I often just want to arrive. I know the value of the time spent arriving and still, I long too often to skip over the hard part and wake up to resurrection.
Of course, this is nonsense, and pure foolishness really because while the resurrection is solid grace and unimaginable joy, the journey, the hard walk around the empty hills, the dry and thirsty push through the desert fast is part of what makes the resurrection such sweet gift. The methodical panting through Lent teaches and prepares us for the veil lifting. We cannot skip this part, because it is critical to the season, to our season of shaping and moulding–the necessary preparation of our hearts to receive Christ in His full glory. I lift my hands, empty, waiting on Him to pour out even a drop of His goodness to sustain me in the waiting, and He reigns steady in my heart.
Joining Lisa-Jo and fabulous others this morning for Five Minute Friday, where we cut the words loose for just five minutes, and see where they fall. No editing, just encouraging the others who play along.
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