I woke up this morning ready for Sunday. I never want to skip over the cross because without the sorrow and sacrifice of the weekend, Sunday wouldn’t be as glorious. But this morning I feel so heavy hearted for anyone who my live as if Saturday is where the story ends. We do not have to wait for Sunday; He is rise and He is alive, today! Life is not stuck on perpetual Saturday, heavy with grief and empty of hope. Life is Sunday every day, each morning a chance to rejoice in His love and life that He willingly gave. I’m ready for Sunday!