on this good friday

I am ready for church... perhaps as ready as I will ever be for a Good Friday service. My heart is full... of trepidation and of emotion that I can feel resting just below the surface. I am sure of a few things as I head out the door. I am certain that my tears will flow and my heart will break... as I listen, again, to the last words Jesus will speak on the cross. I am certain, that although He felt forsaken by God, that we never are... and never will be. I am certain that He is still with us... that He is still for us. And I am certain that come Easter, my eyes will fill again with tears... tears of thankfulness and tears of glorious love. As I ready my heart for this evening service... I will remind myself that heartbreak will come, as surely as the Son will rise.