The Friday That Changed Everything: A Reflection on Good Friday and Rebirth

There’s a sacred heaviness in the air on Good Friday.

It’s a different kind of grief — not frantic or loud, but steady.
Quiet. Deep. Holy.

Because today we remember the moment the world grew dark.
The moment love was nailed to a cross.
The moment the Savior of the world surrendered His life so we could live.

And if I’m being honest, this year I feel it more than ever.
Not just as a believer — but as someone who’s been walking through her own Friday season.

What I’ve Learned About Fridays

Fridays in faith don’t always feel good.

They feel like heartbreak.
They feel like silence from heaven.
They feel like betrayal, like abandonment, like, “God, why have You forsaken me?”

But here’s what I know now:
God is still working in the waiting.
Even when it’s dark.
Even when it hurts.
Even when you can’t see the ending.

Good Friday isn’t the end of the story — it’s the pause.
It’s the blood.
It’s the burial.
It’s the brutal middle ground between pain and promise.

The Power of the Blood

The blood of Jesus wasn’t spilled in vain.
It wasn’t a metaphor. It wasn’t symbolic.
It was a sacrifice — holy, complete, and eternal.

“But he was pierced for our transgressions,
he was crushed for our iniquities;
the punishment that brought us peace was on him,
and by his wounds we are healed.”
— Isaiah 53:5

And that healing?
That peace?
That redemption?
It didn’t just cover our sins. It transformed our story.

There is power in the blood.
Power to restore what was lost.
Power to break generational cycles.
Power to redeem the parts of us we thought were beyond saving.

Rebirth Is Coming

I don’t know what kind of “Friday” season you might be in right now.
Maybe you’re grieving. Maybe you’re confused. Maybe you’re tired of holding on to hope that feels too fragile to touch.

But I want to remind you — Sunday is coming.
Resurrection is real.
And even now, you are being made new.

This is the part of the story where everything looks lost.
But that’s the thing about resurrection —
it requires death to show its power.

So I’m not rushing through this Friday.
I’m sitting in it.
And I’m holding space for the pain, the pause, and the promise.

Because when God brings me out of this season,
it won’t be with just survival —
it will be with rebirth.

If You’re Still Waiting

You’re not forgotten.
You’re not too far gone.
You’re not unloved.

You are covered.
You are seen.
You are redeemed.

And the same blood that ran down Calvary’s hill still runs through every broken place inside of you —
bringing life where death once lived.

Today we remember the pain.
But soon, we’ll celebrate the promise.

Hold on.

— Shakara