It’s been a few days since the thrill of Easter, and I find myself wrestling discouragement wrought from the pangs of this sin-stained world. It is easy to dance upon death defeated, but harder to walk out the life he resurrected within us.
This world is masked in despair and disease and depression and darkness. It is a daunting place to live out our life of love and grace.
Today, the sorrow of a friend weighs heavily, and the defiance of a child wears on my patience. We may feel lonely and broken and overwhelmed and tired and fearful. A few days out from Easter, we may wonder if the resurrection story truly holds the power preached on Sunday.
So I knead my bread and ward off a tension headache, and I think about this. And I think about you. I pray words of comfort for my grieving friend. I pray for peace and direction for those who feel lost.
And I remember my beloved risen Savior, who rode a colt into a crowd that would betray Him, and carried a cross up a hill echoing with mocking voices. I lean in and I can hear the holy whispers of a Father and a Son. Together they walked to the cross until the moment the world heard, “It is finished.”
One day we will look back upon the rugged paths that we have trod, and see the holy working of our resurrection path. This life He called us into is not easy, but His work is sufficient and deeper than the devastation of our sin-scarred world. This is our hope, that the resurrection within us is stronger than the devastation around us Surely, our Redeemer lives, and I trust His resurrection power! 
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