I found myself thinking of those eleven remaining Apostles.
Who walked with
Talked with
And prayed with the Son of God.
The Savior of the world.
Those eleven Apostles who watched Him, their friend, suffer in agony for each of them, for each of us.
And just like that, it was finished.
I can't imagine how dark their Friday was.
I can't help but think how lonely, heartbroken, lost, and downtrodden they must've felt.
Not knowing that soon, Sunday would come.
We then find Mary. Weeping. Wondering who could've taken her friend, her master.
Mary in her dark moment.
But then, the darkness ascended.
I find it beautiful how Mary was the first to see the resurrected Christ. She was the first to deliver the good news that He does live. That death has no sting. That there is joy to be found.
This Easter has made an impact on my life in ways that I can't even explain. I add my testimony that if Christ had not risen from the dead, there could have been no resurrection. There could have been no joy. But there is a resurrection. There is joy. Sunday did come. Your Sunday will come. I promise you, it will. I know from the bottom of my heart and with all my soul and being that Jesus Christ is "the light and life of the world; yea, a light that is endless, that can never be darkened; yea, and also a life which is endless, that there can be no more death."
I testify that He lives.
Feliz Pascua ♡
much love, hermana b
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