A Perfect Day of Rest . . .

On the Sabbath between Good Friday and Easter Sunday when Christ rose, there was great silence. Imagine, the disciples and their broken hearts, the women followers and their tortured grief.
Where do they turn? What can they say?
There is only silence.

Much has been written about Good Friday and Easter Sunday, both prose and poetry. Little has been said about that day between, that day of rest for our Lord.

A day to reflect...
A day to pause and remember what He did for me...
A day to be thankful for it all.

Be well.

I wish for you a blessed Easter weekend.