One of these kinds of moments happened for me ironically on Easter Sunday morning two years ago. I was riding in a truck, sun shining, thinking about my great weekend in one of Tennessee’s beautiful state parks, and I was eager to get home to my boys to attend Easter service as a family. Something made me check my email. My heart races even now with the memory. Spilled out line by line was one shocking disclosure after another from a stranger. I wanted to jump out of that moving truck, scream, throw up, and cry. Instead I somehow calmly asked behind my shaking voice for the truck to be pulled over. I can’t remember much of what I said or did after that, but I remember my body felt numb and my heart was the only thing I could feel, and it hurt like hell. And I distinctly remember feeling like everything and everyone was false. I didn’t feel like I knew anything anymore.
I put on a smile as I walked in my front door to greet the boys and then ran upstairs to curl my hair and put on a dress so they could have a “normal” Easter Sunday morning. I stuffed the tears and the email way down. I looked around in church and wondered who else might be hurting and pretending to be okay. I don’t remember anything the pastor said, but I knew the Easter story, and I just remember wondering how I would ever feel the peace and hope of resurrection. It felt like I was stuck in the crucifixion of Good Friday. I had no idea what to do next.
These last 2 years have been my long Saturday - a lot of continued grief and unknowing. And that’s not me. I always have an answer, know what to do, have a plan, and can spring into action. But I’ve waited, yelled, grieved, rested, prayed, cried, sought help, and just stayed in the unknown. When I researched Holy Saturday I found, “The day is traditionally a time of reflection and waiting.” Luke 23:56 says about this day after loss “And on the Sabbath day they rested, as the Law required.” Some of Jesus’ disciples retreated in their shame and sadness. The women who loved him rested, prepared oils for burial, and recounted the events of the past days through their anguish and grief. Saturday has its purpose.
I looked back on these 2 years and realized what a strong woman I am and what can be learned and experienced when you lean into the loss and let it grow you. I have started leaning into what I DO know in the midst of the unknown. And song lyrics came to me.
“Jesus loves me, this I know.”
“This I know with all my heart – His wounds have paid my ransom.”
Jesus loves us so much that what he did on Friday allows him to comfort us in the grief of Saturday and promises the healing of Sunday. I spend a lot of time in my office trying to help people make sense of the bad things that happened to them. And here I have been in my own hell trying to make sense of it too. And what I’ve always said to them I have needed to say to myself: “We were never promised nothing bad will happen, but we were promised over and over that Jesus loves us and would be with us in it.”
I am still sitting in a lot of unknown. But this I know: Jesus love me. He knows this pain. He is with me in it. He is with all of us in our messes. Easter is more than a story of happiness. It is a reminder that we have a very real comforter who gets our pain during the Saturday between death and resurrection. When we are looking for the answers, wondering what is real, desperate in our grief – we are reminded Sunday is on the way. This I know.
If you or a loved one feels stuck in a Saturday season…
DO:
~Offer self compassion and grace when you can’t function as you normally would.
~Let yourself be sad and grieve – cry, pray, write it down, however you need to get it out. Better out than in.
~Find activities that remind you of your value and that your life continues to move forward even if you feel stuck – hobbies, quality time with your people, spontaneous trips to your favorite places.
~Reach out to a professional counselor for help with PTSD symptoms like flashbacks, nightmares, inability to carry out daily functions, consistent irritability, panic attacks, intense anxiety or depression. And again, HAVE COMPASSION for yourself with these symptoms. It’s your body’s way of processing what happened and/or trying to keep you from being “caught off guard” again, and sometimes we need the help of a trained professional to get in the present moment and release that pain from the past that feels stuck.
DO NOT:
~Give yourself or anyone else a timeline for the healing. Every person and situation is different and is to be given patience and grace in their unique process.
~Force yourself or someone to “get happy, be fine, or get over it.” There will certainly be times for distraction and the need to function in daily life without constant grief reminders, but don’t be surprised if something that “should” be fun doesn’t feel like fun or you find yourself not being able to “snap out” of your grief. These past couple years I have found myself feeling very confused why I couldn’t just roll with the flow at a birthday party or something else that would typically be fun, but finding joy is a much harder task when your heart is broken and you’re walking through a confusing season. Everything can feel false, so again, HAVE COMPASSION for where you are and recognize your efforts to heal.
~Expect yourself to “be fine” like everyone else. Same as above. It will seem like everyone else is okay and moving on. They have possibly made it to their Sunday. And that can cause you to feel shame or confusion as to why you can’t do the same. And if you already are in your Sunday, and you are with someone who feels stuck in Saturday, please don’t expect them to feel the same as you. Offer your love, support, and grace. Trying to fix it for them or “getting them happy” can sometimes layer on the shame they already feel for not being where you are. Click here for an awesome video by Brené Brown about empathy that outlines ways to respond.
