Saturday
The in-between day.
They were shattered, broken.
They were uncertain, fearful.
They were cynical, questioning.
They were grieving, numb.
They were longing, yearning.
They didn’t know what was next.
It was the in-between day!
And here I am,
So far removed from that Saturday,
and yet with so many in-between days in my life.
Days of uncertainty, days of fear.
Days of questioning, days of waiting.
Days of pain, days of persevering.
Days of silence, days of searching.
Days where my brokenness is so, very real to me.
Days where I wonder what is happening in our world.
Days of heartache for so many experiencing injustice and pain.
Days of holding to faith, holding to dreams
Cling to the possibility of change.
Holding, waiting, yearning, in-between times.
And yes, tomorrow will come for them. It will surely come.
It will come so unexpectedly
It will come with surprise and wonder
It will come and change everything!
And yes, it has come for me.
Time and time again – hope turns up, hope breaks through!
Hope in every beyond-me day.
Hope in every in-between day.
Hope as the Good Shepherd leads me through dark valleys.
Through detours and disappointments.
Through the now and not yet!
Hope in the One who is alongside me in every in-between day, in every in-between moment.
The One who bridges the gap and sends me out into this in-between world, an agent of in-between hope!
Hope for today, with Sunday coming!
apilgrimpens 