Has anyone out there been under anesthesia? (hand raised over here) You know that feeling of counting backwards as that blissful sleep envelopes you… and then suddenly you’re awake like 2 seconds passed?
Wouldn’t it be amazing if healing from divorce worked like that?
No drawn-out process. No waves of grief that hit you in the middle of a random Tuesday. No rebuilding, no wrestling, no “God, are You even doing anything right now?” Just… out… and then healed.
But that’s not how God works.
Resurrection Sunday, commonly known as Easter, has come and gone in celebration. During Good Friday service, I was struck again by the weight of what Jesus did on the cross. That Friday was filled with purpose—but also unbearable pain. Public suffering. Silence from heaven. The kind of moment where everything looks lost.
But what about Saturday?
We don’t talk about Saturday enough.
Saturday was quiet. Confusing. Heavy. The disciples weren’t celebrating—they were grieving. They gathered in small groups, hiding, huddling, trying to make sense of what had just happened. The One they believed would save them… was gone.
It felt like the end of the story.
But while they were weeping… Jesus was working.
Scripture tells us that Jesus descended and proclaimed victory over death itself (1 Peter 3:18–19). He wasn’t inactive—He was dismantling hell from the inside out. He was taking back authority. He was setting captives free.
He was doing some of His most powerful work… in the dark.
Just a typical Saturday for our Jesus.
And here’s the part that gets me—while all of that was happening, the people who loved Him most had no idea. They couldn’t see it. They couldn’t feel it. All they knew was the silence.
If you’re in a Saturday season after divorce, that probably sounds familiar.
You’re doing your best to move forward, but it still feels heavy. Prayers feel like they hit the ceiling. Healing feels slower than you hoped. You wonder if anything is actually changing… or if this is just how life is now.
Can I gently remind you of something?
Just because you can’t see movement doesn’t mean God is not moving.
During your Saturday, God is not distant—He is deeply active. He is working on your freedom, your healing, and the restoration of everything that feels broken. He is preparing a resurrection that you cannot yet see.
And Scripture shows us this pattern over and over again:
- The lepers sat on the outskirts, begging and forgotten—completely unaware their miracle was already on the road, drawing near.
- The woman with the issue of blood pressed through the crowd, not knowing that one touch would rewrite her entire story.
- The blind man moved through his ordinary day, unaware that healing would come in the most unexpected way—mud and miracle mixed together.
None of them saw it coming.
But heaven was already in motion.
And maybe that’s where you are right now—somewhere between promise and fulfillment… between heartbreak and healing… between Friday and Sunday.
In the middle.
In the waiting.
In the Saturday.
I know this season after divorce can feel like a long stretch of darkness—uncertainty, loneliness, questions that don’t have neat answers. But if the cross teaches us anything, and if the resurrection confirms it, it’s this:
God does His best work in places that look like endings. So, if you’re in your Saturday, don’t lose heart.
Your Sunday is coming.
Your healing is unfolding.
Your story is not over.
Press in. Keep looking up. Even when it feels quiet, heaven is not.
I am interceding for you… and so is Jesus.