009: Holy Saturday

I hear Holy Saturday described as a day of waiting, but I don’t usually experience it that way. To me, it feels like the half-sunny, half-cloudy time after a rainstorm rolls away, flavored with the emptiness right after a hard cry.

Whether you’re in a season of joy, a season of anguish, or a season of something in the middle, I sincerely hope that you are safe, healthy, and surrounded by people you love.

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