Yesterday I bought flowers.
They looked dead with their buds still closed and seemingly no color in them.
Somehow they were a good image for my current state of mind and heart.
It’s so easy to feel dead inside.
When your creativity is buried under piles of work and you find no time for the beautiful mundane.
When your ideas are hidden deep down below long to do lists.
When your joy is drained by all the questions and doubts your heart can’t get rid of.
When your hope is subdued whenever you read the news about wars and refugees and attacks.
There’s too much despair in the world to feel hope, to feel joy, to feel alive.
Today is Good Friday, the day of death.
The day when all seems to have come to an end.
Life has just gone.
No matter how deep we are in life with our work and questions and doubts, let’s remember that Friday is not the end.
The day when death was left behind and brought us the gift of life, eternal life. The day when that closed bud breaks into full bloom.
One person makes all the difference.
He is life Himself and is able to bring back life to wherever we are seemingly dead.
It might just be a fan, a faint hope, a closed bud.
Cling and claw to that life He wants to give.
That’s all it takes.
Writing for Five Minute Friday today. Happy Easter everyone!