As we drive home from the Fife’s home in Southern Idaho, my stomach fills with butterflies. A cuddly Black Labrador puppy lay fast asleep on my lap in the back seat. The butterflies in my stomach almost certainly stem from the excitement I know our girls will have when they see their new baby brother…Archer. The Easter Bunny (Ryan) decided it was time we had a dog…and so here we were driving home with our new five week old baby.
“Ry…this may sound funny to admit, ” I quietly say “But…I feel sort of nervous about owning a dog…I almost feel like a new mom again bringing a baby home from the hospital.”
“I know!” Ryan responds, “I feel the same way…he’ll be the perfect addition to our family though…you don’t need to worry about a thing.”
When we arrive home. I quickly take Archer out to the back yard to prep him for meeting the girls. Ryan drives to the school to pick Kaya up and then to the neighbors to pick Evee up…
I set Acher’s new puppy bed down on the ground and try to get him to stay in it and still until the girls arrive…but I soon find that it is nearly impossible to get a curious puppy to stay in one spot. I glance down at my phone to check the time…
“The girls should be here any minute Arhcer,” I say out loud, “You are going to love your new sisters.”
The butterflies in my stomach are much worse now because I can hardly contain my own excitement. Soon I hear our car pull into the drive way…doors slam and several small footsteps coming through the kitchen to the back door….
My heart has been heavy this week as we look forward to the Easter holiday….it’s another day of being reminded of precious memories that once were. It’s another day to endure without Ryan and Evee. Last Easter was perfect…happy…and my joy seemed complete…but now the days ahead often seem bleak and sometimes unbearable.
The warming spring weather reminds me of bike rides, walks, and family camping trips. And as much as I love the sun shining and the beautiful blue spring skies…it’s also a reminder that I am without them this year. I can’t look out the window and see Evee swinging from the monkey bars or open the front door to see Ry pulling up the driveway in the truck after a ride in the mountains. Oh how my heart yearns to see them and hold them in my arms….
This Easter is going to be different than the last. This Easter may be harder and filled with more tears…but this year…the atoning sacrifice of Jesus Christ is going to be real. The atonement isn’t going to seem like just a story taught in church. This year the resurrection is going to have new personal meaning. I’ve always had a testimony of the living Savior…but this year…because He died and lived again…my sweet husband and daughter will too. I have hope in the Savior and I know it is through Him that one day my Sunday will come….
“In all the history of the world there have been many great and wise souls, many of whom claimed special knowledge of God. But when the Savior rose from the tomb, He did something no one had ever done. He did something no one else could do. He broke the bonds of death, not only for Himself but for all who have ever lived—the just and the unjust.
When Christ rose from the grave, becoming the firstfruits of the Resurrection, He made that gift available to all. And with that sublime act, He softened the devastating, consuming sorrow that gnaws at the souls of those who have lost precious loved ones.
I think of how dark that Friday was when Christ was lifted up on the cross.
On that terrible Friday the earth shook and grew dark. Frightful storms lashed at the earth.
Those evil men who sought His life rejoiced. Now that Jesus was no more, surely those who followed Him would disperse. On that day they stood triumphant.
On that day the veil of the temple was rent in twain.
Mary Magdalene and Mary, the mother of Jesus, were both overcome with grief and despair. The superb man they had loved and honored hung lifeless upon the cross.
On that Friday the Apostles were devastated. Jesus, their Savior—the man who had walked on water and raised the dead—was Himself at the mercy of wicked men. They watched helplessly as He was overcome by His enemies.
On that Friday the Savior of mankind was humiliated and bruised, abused and reviled.
It was a Friday filled with devastating, consuming sorrow that gnawed at the souls of those who loved and honored the Son of God.
I think that of all the days since the beginning of this world’s history, that Friday was the darkest.
But the doom of that day did not endure.
The despair did not linger because on Sunday, the resurrected Lord burst the bonds of death. He ascended from the grave and appeared gloriously triumphant as the Savior of all mankind.
And in an instant the eyes that had been filled with ever-flowing tears dried. The lips that had whispered prayers of distress and grief now filled the air with wondrous praise, for Jesus the Christ, the Son of the living God, stood before them as the firstfruits of the Resurrection, the proof that death is merely the beginning of a new and wondrous existence.
Each of us will have our own Fridays—those days when the universe itself seems shattered and the shards of our world lie littered about us in pieces. We all will experience those broken times when it seems we can never be put together again. We will all have our Fridays.
But I testify to you in the name of the One who conquered death—Sunday will come. In the darkness of our sorrow, Sunday will come.
No matter our desperation, no matter our grief, Sunday will come. In this life or the next, Sunday will come.” —Joseph B. Wirthlin