Between Good Friday and Easter Sunday, is a day of mourning – the death of Jesus Christ.
And when He died, everyone that loved Him was met by grief. Little that anyone knew that a Sunday would come, that happiness would come around the next day, a day to celebrate and to give thanks for.
Out of death rose life.
There will always be Saturdays in your life – be it the Saturday last for 24 hours, a month, a year, 10 years, but Easter will come. Alongside that, you can always find (momentarily) happiness in waiting and mourning. Breathe in each day that you’re in.
And when Easter comes, you celebrate in awe. All things are given in His timing.