Because Sunday Always Comes!

Easter tugs at my heart and  reminds me of my late Dad. Ever since I got married and had my own children, most Easter holidays we drive “home”. The road trip is part of the adventure, the pit stop at Halfway House, the beautiful scenery from Rusape as you drive towards Nyanga, the laughter in the car, and the final stop at London Stores seems to whisper ” you are getting closer home”

Now that my father is no longer with us, seasons like Easter, Christmas, and even my birthday feel different. Driving home, knowing he will not be there to welcome us, is something I will never get used to. I miss his warm welcome, his stories, and his presence. The ache of missing him comes in quiet waves. But even in that grief, Easter still carries hope.

Because Easter is about resurrection. A reminder that after the darkness of Friday and the silence of Saturday, Sunday will definitely come.

We all go through “Fridays” in life. The hard days, the heartbreaks, the waiting season filled with uncertainty. The Saturdays, those in between seasons when nothing seems to be moving and everything is seemingly on hold.

But Easter tells us that the story doesn’t end there. In the midst of the pause, something beautiful is being prepared. A resurrection is being prepared, and life is being restored.

This season, if you are carrying a quiet sorrow, waiting for your breakthrough, and wondering if things will ever get better, know that Sunday is coming. Light always finds its way through, and real love never dies.

Psalm 30:5 (NKJV):
“Weeping may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning.”

Gratitude: This week, I am grateful that Jesus paid the ultimate price for my salvation. No greater love!

Playlist: This week, I have been listening to this song Grace to Grace by Hillsong

Gratefully