Hope.
Hope is the one thing, no matter what, we can always hold tight to.
– 2013
I first wrote those words on Easter Sunday, 2013. I was sitting in a Saturday season of my life — one of the longest I’d known — and I had no idea what Sunday was going to look like.
But I just knew it was coming. Rather, I had to believe it was coming.
At the time, I was living in California. Everything was seemingly crashing. Years of infertility and a failed IVF cycle that ended with added trauma to my body. The days were cloudy, and rarely did I see a rainbow at the end.
This became a Core Memory day. I was driving back to our house in Mountain House, CA. It was a sunny day, and I was headed towards the last stoplight before turning left into our community. The radio station was K-LOVE. They began talking about “Saturday.”
Friday is the day we remember Good Friday — the day Jesus died on the cross. Sunday is when we truly celebrate him rising.
But Saturday. What is Saturday for?
Hope.
And then it all hit me.
Wherever we are in our lives, Saturday reminds us that our own Sunday is coming.
After the rain always comes the rainbow. But it’s the bridge to that rainbow that can be scary and filled with heartache.
Because that day became a Core Memory, I’ve thought about it every single Saturday before Easter since 2013.
And today? In 2026? I know this now more than I did in 2013.
What I couldn’t see then was that my Sunday was already being written. The things I was waiting for….the family I was trusting God to build, the timing I couldn’t understand — all of it was being made beautiful. Not on my timeline. On His.
I think about that [obsessively] when I look back at my Saturdays.
There have been many. Long ones. Ones that stretched across years, not just days. And in every single one, I’ve watched Saturday turn to Sunday.
He has never failed me.
Ever.
If you are in a Saturday season right now…..in a season of waiting, of not yet, of just wait…I want you to hear this: Sunday is coming.
It may not look the way you planned. It may arrive on a day you didn’t expect, in a form you couldn’t have imagined. But it is coming.
Saturday always turns to Sunday.
Last night at Good Friday service, Pastor Wulf said it best:
Trusting in a hope that holds — even when life doesn’t.
– Pastor Rick Wulf
That’s it. That’s the whole thing.
Hope.
It is my wish that you are filled with the same today.
Xox,
SKH
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