Today is Saturday between Good Friday and Easter. It means we sit in Sacred Wait. Is that not foreign to most of us? When the darkness comes I either run in the opposite direction or distract myself with anything that will bring me temporary comfort.

What am I afraid of should I just "wait"? Will I see more clearly what is too painful to look at? Will the pain be so unbearable that I will free fall into the abyss, never to return? Or will I finally surrender into the arms of Divine Love that has always been there waiting for me?

Help me O' Lord to not run from Friday and not rush to Sunday, but wait in your embrace.