The one they placed all of their hope in was gone. Saturday was the day they didn’t know if Jesus was coming back.  He said He would, but He was now in a tomb.  What were they supposed to do? What were they supposed to think?

“Jesus began to tell them that the Son of Man must suffer many terrible things and be rejected by the elders, the leading priests, and the teachers of religious law.  He would be killed, but three days later he would rise from the dead.”  Mark 8:31 NLT

I can’t imagine the feelings of the disciples and others close to Jesus.  He was their friend, their leader, they believed He was the Messiah.  And He was dead. He was the only one who said He was.  Those close to Jesus spent Saturday waiting.  Hoping.  It was the Sabbath, so it was even more still and silent than we would already imagine because they wouldn’t be working.

We spend a lot of our lives living out the Saturdays of life in between the valleys and the mountaintops.  A lot of the time, this can be the best season of opportunity and growth, but we don’t necessarily see it as that.  We want to skip to the joy of Sunday.

“Weeping may last through the night, but joy comes with the morning.” Psalm 30:5 NLT

We all to often live for the mountaintops, not to grow.  But we need to realize that our lives are often not defined by the sorrows of Friday or the joys of Sunday, but by a bunch of Saturdays; periods of waiting to see how God is going to move.  And in the mean time we need to be faithful.  We need to keep watch, because both Fridays and Sundays will roll around in our spiritual walk.  We will have times of great joy and great sorrow, sometimes both.

If we use the stillness of Saturdays to grow, when we experience a Friday or a Sunday we will be well equipped to handle either the sorrow or the joy.  Saturdays are for gaining wisdom, understanding, and growing closer to God and others.  But sometimes we don’t realize that until it’s too late.

My personal Saturdays have been the times that I have had to wait to drive for six months after having a seizure.  At 16 and 17 years old, let me tell you, thats a looonnng time when all I wanted to do was drive.  There were times I didn’t choose to use these times wisely and there were times that I did.  The times that I did I am incredibly thankful for now.  But I had no idea then that I would be.  I didn’t know that the time I spent just complaining about not being able to drive I would regret, wishing I would have spent it better.

The Saturdays of our lives aren’t always a blast, but are definitely important in making us the people God created us to be.

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22 year old Liberty University student, Majoring in Biblical Studies, minoring in Sport Outreach. Epilepsy Awareness. Married to Jonathan, Momma to Evelyn Two amazing dogs.

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