At the light of day- Sunday’s door 


To have lived through the day of silent waiting. No way to tend to their beloved- no work to be done on the Sabbath. The minutes felt like hours, the hours days.

As soon as the sun’s light crested over the horizon these women set out to cleanse his body with fragrant oils and their tears. Mary Magdalene arrived ahead of the others… imagine her surprise to find the tomb was empty.


Door of the day… (Pinterest)

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