My husband came home and asked, “How was your day?”
My mind flashed to the tantrums, spilled cereal, dog vomit, and leaking dishwasher. But I heard my mouth say, “Good. It was a good day.”
“Great!” He said, and walked away to change out of work clothes.
A good day? I thought. I surprised myself with my answer, but it was actually true. How?
I thought about how I prayed for patience during the tantrums and kept my cool.
I remembered imagining God cleaning the cereal off the floor with me – and suddenly it was funny. My kids kept asking me what was funny… which made it funnier.
I prayed before cleaning up the dog’s mess – and only gagged twice.
And the dishwasher made me cry, but not too hard…and without bitterness. Then, I told the kids stories about how I liked washing dishes at my grandma’s house when I was a girl, because it made me feel like one of the women.
It was a good day, but not because of anything visible. It was an invisible goodness, a hidden treasure.
Not because of the circumstances, that’s for sure, but because of a sinner’s obedience – because of God’s work in me.
It’s called Good Friday because of perfect obedience – because of God’s finished work.
Despite the injustice, whipping, thorns, nails, darkness, and death…it was good – underneath it all. Beyond the pain and death.
An invisible goodness for those who knew the power of spilled blood.
A hidden treasure for those who grieved on that day with the hope of resurrection.
Hope on a dark hill.
It was that same goodness on a Good Tuesday, many years ago.
I discovered that same hidden treasure in my tiny, battle-worn house.
Hope in a dirty house. In a sinful heart.
Goodness comes every day because of a Good King who robed Himself in humility.
Because of His spilled blood.
Because of a Great Love.
How was your day?
And he said to him, “Truly, I say to you, today you will be with me in Paradise.” Luke 23:43