On Thursday I noticed that one of the tulips had wilted after sitting in the sunny window all day. I took a photo because it felt like a visual representation of the spectrum of feelings people might have within the same situation. I left the flowers in the vase.
This morning I woke up and noticed that the wilted flower had perked back up. On the Saturday of Easter weekend, it was a welcomed reminder that just because a situation looks hopeless doesn’t mean that it is. God was quiet on Saturday, but on Sunday he silenced death forever.
If you feel tired and God seems silent, it won’t be this way forever. The promise of spring, the sureness of the sunrise, and the victory of Easter… they’re all reminders that we are rescued into resurrection.