A Restless Rest

Now there was a man named Joseph, from the Jewish town of Arimathea. He was a member of the council, a good and righteous man, who had not consented to their decision and action; and he was looking for the kingdom of God. This man went to Pilate and asked for the body of Jesus. Then he took it down and wrapped it in a linen shroud and laid him in a tomb cut in stone, where no one had ever yet been laid. It was the day of Preparation, and the Sabbath was beginning. The women who had come with him from Galilee followed and saw the tomb and how his body was laid. Then they returned and prepared spices and ointments.
On the Sabbath they rested according to the commandment. (Luke 23:50-56 ESV)
The Sabbath.  Created by God to appreciate Him, His creation, and our relationship with Him. But this was no normal Sabbath.  The chief priests were antsy; the women were prepared burial spices; the apostles were cowering in fear. No one was going anywhere. It was the Sabbath. The day made by God for rest was restless. People wondering and worrying, but not wandering anywhere, because it was the Sabbath, and no one could go far.  They had to wait and see what would happen.  Easter Eve has such a different feel than Christmas Eve.  Restlessness waiting for revelry to be played.  We have such a better view, knowing how it all turns out.  But may there be a healthy restlessness in our hearts, because things are not yet as they shall be, as they should be, until He returns.