Good Friday: His Perfect Timing

I've been learning a lesson on God's perfect timing for three year's of Resurrection Sundays. Not exactly my typical time period for learning something. I tend to think once I've read or experienced something then I've 'learned' it. Kind of microwave style. Jump in...jump out...okay...I've got it! Not sure how much from that style of learning I really 'get.' But God has been driving this point home to me for three Easter weekends annually. He's been taking it slow and the lasting lessons that I am gleaning from it are sticking. Remarkable that He cares enough to take the long road with me on this one.


This pointed lesson began on Good Friday 2008 with the miscarriage of our 12 week gestation fetus. This pregnancy had already been an unusual one as major "dates" seemed to swim before my eyes in regards to it. My last menstrual period had started on Christmas Day. I had discovered the joy of this pregnancy on Valentine's Day. My due date was October 10th, the same day as Stu's niece. And now I had lost this precious little one on Good Friday. Dates and numbers whispered to me, "My timing is perfect" from my God as we buried our precious baby we had named Cameron, in a small wooden box on top of my sister's grave.

In the mourning that followed I felt like God said to me, "Next year's Resurrection Sunday will be different." I dared not to put words in God's mouth but I yearned that next year at this time I indeed would be in a 'different' place. Possibly holding a little one? Praying that it wouldn't be spent in sorrow. I held on to the promise that death had been defeated and that Christ had came to give us life and life abundantly.

Fast forward a year to 2009. Here is what Resurrection Sunday looked like for me.


Meet our little bit of HEAVEN, Nevaeh Mistina Fay Picton weighing in at 9#, caught by her daddy and born at home on April 2. 2009. When she was just 10 days old we proudly took her to Easter Sunday service at my parent's church. "My timing is perfect," says my God.

Just this past Friday my littlest one, Nevie, had her first birthday.... on Good Friday. Here we were again. So much depth to this story. Christ died a horribly painful death on the cross for me. Good Friday of that year looked so hopeless. Many lost heart. But come Sunday, Resurrection Sunday, the world again took heart. He is risen! His timing is perfect! Death holds no power. I will forever hold this season close to my heart and ponder it's lessons.