Last week I prayed and preached that God would bring me through the journey to the cross with him. I knew full well what would entail on Friday and Saturday. And there was hope for what would happen on Sunday, but Monday. . .
Friday and Saturday were not that good of days for me. Friday I experienced a low. You know them. Those days where it ends and you feel like . . . death. Exactly. On Saturday, during my day of waiting, I realized why I was feeling death. It was because I asked to be taken on that Journey with Christ.
Sunday came and I did feel excitement and joy and when confronted about these bubbles inside I could do nothing but express joy.
But, its Monday. What does that mean? I feel weird. Just like the disciples maybe. A bit in shock of, "What now?"
My prayer is that I live in the power of his resurrection. I hope I live as if Christ is in me because he is. All authority has been given to him. He has defeated death and gives life. I desire to life. Oh Monday. You give hope for Tuesday. As the reality of the resurrection sets in, may I be consumed by our Lord.
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