Today is Holy Saturday, the in-between day. The day of silence, stillness, unknowns.
In the Easter story timeline, the worst-case scenario has happened and no one yet knows what comes next. It’s a time of shock, stress, grief, anxiety, numbness, darkness, and waiting.
In the current timeline… about the same.
I feel very much in-between.
I’m no stranger to this feeling. My life has felt in-between for a long while:
In between marriage and… post-marriage.
In between university and “a real career.”
In between brokenness and wholeness.
In between the last sunset and the next sunrise.
In between who I used to be and who I am becoming.
In between the life/job/routine/plans/social life/freedom/etc I had before Covid-19 shut my whole world down in a single day…
…and whatever comes next.