Her eyes were swollen with angst. Tears pouring over the brims like thunderous rain. Terrorized memories flooded her mind.

The deafening throb of the crowd.

The piercing sound of metal met by the defying crack of cedar.

The blood. There was so much blood.

Her mind still whirling. It seemed as if reprieve from the torture of misunderstanding was not ever going to come. None of it made any sense, the accusations were twisted shanks of lies. The decisions came from the power seat like lightening slicing through time with ferocious anger. And now this, this last soul ripping slap of insult.

“Where is my Lord, Why isn’t He here!” cried her heart bleeding tears in a furry of brokenness.

Pleading with even the silent trees around her, clawing the air for answers, she wept. Hard. Her world crumbling into ruin all around her. Crippled by fear and stifled by anxiety. In the chaos of her grief she didn’t notice the angels sitting on the edge. And when the gardner asked her about her lamenting she pleaded for an explanation for His disappearance. Blinded by the pain piercing her soul, she cowered under the weight of it all. Silence surrounded her. Empty consumed her.


A fragrant breeze drifted past her ears, gently caressing her throbbing temples. Frozen in a moment of disbelief her drowning heart surfaced and gasped.

That sound, that call, resonated amongst her tears with a thousand angels.

She lifted her head and like the dawn after a hurricane, His eyes met hers. Those eyes. The ones that had reached past the depths of despair and called her out of torturing sin. That voice. The words that gave her a name, a place to be free. He smiled and the world around her filled with awe-striking color.

He is alive!

In one breath her sinking sand became solid ground. Her empty became complete and her anguish found peace. All confusion fell like dust to the ground, as peace covered her mind in assurance.

As He stood before her with all the force of Heaven, the earth below began to break out in life. And she felt a wholeness like she had never known. With one glance from His eyes, she was washed in blood by a love indescribable.

“Though the mountains be shaken and the hills be removed, yet my unfailing love for you will not be shaken nor my covenant of peace be removed.” Says the Lord, who has compassion on you.  Isaiah 54:10

Happiest of Easter Sunday’s to you!

*story adapted from John 20:11-18


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