I know I said I was taking today off, but there’s something on my heart.
In church today, the pastor talked about these two trees that started to die in her yard. A specialist told her, if you want these trees to live, you have to cut them down. She didn’t believe it. But her wife did. So they cut them down. And lo and behold, a few weeks later, the tree in the front yard started to grow again.
When my grandmother died, the person I was died with her. I was cut down, I was placed in the tomb. I still feel dead inside.
My pastor’s tree may be growing, lush and green again, but I am not. Jesus may have risen from the dead today, but I have not. I’m still laying in the tomb. Will I resurrect? I believe I will, eventually. But when I do, I will never be the same.