It’s Easter Saturday and I am thinking about existing in a space after hard times and before restoration.

I made the terrible mistake of remembering better times in my life and being sad they were no more. You know this: once you decide you are sad, it’s very difficult to cheer up. I wonder if that was how the women sitting outside Jesus’ tomb felt. The good times they enjoyed have died with Him. Or, have they?

I am trying to tell myself the good times are far from over. They might be different, but they are still within reach. Some new cupboards were put up in our kitchen earlier and I foolishly said I would never reach them, assuming I would be permanently in a wheelchair and never standing tall on my two feet again. Once we start to live in the never again phase, we are closing ourselves up to the possibility of change. My physio signed me off last week and it did not help with my state of mind.

Nothing is permanent. Streams flow, waves break, tides go in and out. We have, as the most recent astronauts told us, a wonderful world. The ever changing scenes outside my window confirm that.

Of course, the women outside Jesus’ tomb did not know that their lives would get significantly better the next day. We can never see our future but we do have the power to change our present. Or a good friend beside us can. A minute ago, my daughter and her dad came back with Easter eggs for us all. That brought smiles! You see, it only takes a little thing to remind us that change is possible.