It’s the Day after Easter, and I’m so thankful for this day, Lord. And yesterday. Oh, yes. Yesterday.

Yesterday we awoke early to attend the sunrise service at Point Park. We joined with over 300 other believers, masked and bundled in the near freezing chill, to worship our Risen Savior as the sun rose in bright splendor to our right, off the side of Lookout Mountain.

The brass ensemble trumpeted Your victory over death and then the pastor shared words of hope. After a year of darkness, doubt, and death, we strained to hear Your comforting words.

Mary heard Your voice at the tomb and all of the sudden, despair turned to hope and overwhelming joy.

At this, she turned around and saw Jesus standing there, but she did not realize that it was Jesus. He asked her, “Woman, why are you crying? Who is it you are looking for?” Thinking he was the gardener, she said, “Sir, if you have carried him away, tell me where you have put him, and I will get him.” Jesus said to her, “Mary.” She turned toward him and cried out in Aramaic, “Rabboni!” (which means “Teacher”). John 20: 14-16

Peter heard Your voice on the beach, Peter who felt like a failure, who had denied You. And You not only restored him but gave him the highest calling.

When they had finished eating, Jesus said to Simon Peter, “Simon son of John, do you love me more than these?” “Yes, Lord,” he said, “you know that I love you.” Jesus said, “Feed my lambs.” John 21: 15

Where do you feel despair? Where do you feel like a failure? Where do you need to go back to Easter with the promise of God’s grace and forgiveness? Once for all, and yet again and again and again. Sweet salvation. A message hand-crafted for you, for me, for all the oh-so-very-human saints.

Easter morning and the days after Easter are once again Your gentle voice saying, “I know your fears, I know your failings. And it’s okay. You’re loved; you’re forgiven. I am with you, and I will NEVER leave you. I know right where you are right now.”

“And surely I am with you always, to the very end of the age.” Matthew 28: 18

May His words seep into our souls, these words of assurance, as the Lord peels off another layer of pride, of fear, of wondering, calling us to love much because we have been forgiven much.

I am oh, so thankful that the sun rose around us and announced the victory of Jesus yesterday.

And Lord, I am so thankful that today is the day after Easter.

ELIZABETH MUSSER writes ‘entertainment with a soul’ from her writing chalet—tool shed—outside Lyon, France. Find more about Elizabeth’s novels at and on Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, and her blog.

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