It was a Friday, that dark day when we learned of the loss of our unborn child. Fittingly, today I re-read this message and was reminded, no matter how dark the Friday, Sunday will come. Please join me in this loving reminder, posted to Youtube, here.
Joseph B. Wirthlin, a widower in his 90s when he gave this talk, knew of what he spoke. Please enjoy his words: " 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.
I felt Sunday dawn today.. misplaced as it may be in the middle of the week. I just want to share some of that with you, for when you find a Friday just smack you upside the head in the middle of another week. XoXo Kel.
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4 comments:
Oh, amen and amen, Kellisue... I am SO sorry to hear the news. I suffered two miscarriages myself (one before I had ANY children and one in between my third and fourth) and neither was easy. I kept trying to blame myself, my weak faith (because we were in between insurance coverage when the first one happened), my stupidity of lifting something or hiking too far... God has it all in His hands and in His book, and just like we mourn the loss of older human beings, it's okay to mourn the life that was once living within us. God knows them as intimately as He knows us and they are in His keeping now... Blessings to you and in your victorious "Sunday!"
"Weeping may last for the night, but a shout of joy comes in the morning--" Psalm 30:5
Lori :)
So true, Kelli. I am happy the burden on your heart has been lifted a bit this week. It is okay to be sad, but it is also okay to see the many blessings even in the midst of that sadness. Keep holding close that hope that sustains us.
Many, many hugs to you, sweet one.
I loved this talk by Elder Wirthlin and used it when I spoke on Easter Sunday. Thank you for sharing it again.
I'm so sorry for your loss. We've been trying to get pregnant for seven months now, and have lost two babies in the process. I hope you find lots of peace, my prayers are with you.
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