Good Friday Reminds Us That What Looks Like The End Of The Story May Actually Be The Turning Point.

On Good Friday, the disciples believed the story was over.

Hope seemed gone.

Justice seemed defeated.

Love seemed powerless.

But what looked like the end of the story was actually the turning point.

Good Friday reminds us that even in the darkest chapters of our lives, God may still be writing the ending.

I have experienced a moment like that in my own life.

I spent eight years in a job that slowly drained the life out of me.

At first, I told myself it was just a difficult season. I believed if I worked harder, proved myself, and stayed committed, things would eventually change. So, I pushed myself further and further, trying to earn respect and recognition that never seemed to come.

Instead, I found myself in a place where I was constantly second-guessing myself. My work was minimized, my contributions overlooked, and promises about opportunities or advancement would appear and disappear just as quickly. Conversations that left me feeling confused and diminished became routine. Over time, I began to feel like I was living in survival mode.

Each day felt like a test I could never quite pass.

I was exhausted, anxious, and slowly losing the confidence I once had in my own abilities. I kept telling myself that if I just worked a little harder, if I just proved a little more, things would finally turn around.

But they never did.

Looking back now, I can see how deeply unhealthy that season of my life had become. But at the time, I was too busy trying to survive it to fully recognize it.

Then, in 2021, my cousin Matt, who was like a brother to me, died unexpectedly.

His loss was devastating. Grief has a way of stripping life down to what truly matters, and in the midst of that heartbreak something inside me woke up. I began to see clearly just how short and fragile life really is.

I realized that I was pouring my energy, my health, and my peace into a place that was slowly breaking me.

And suddenly a question rose up in my heart that I could no longer ignore:

Why am I giving my life to something that is destroying it?

That moment became a turning point.

I made a decision that I was not going to live the rest of my life in survival mode. I invested in myself. I hired a career coach and began the hard, honest work of rediscovering what I was good at, what I valued, and what kind of life I actually wanted to build.

It didn’t happen overnight. It took about a year of reflection, courage, and persistence.

But slowly, things began to change.

Today I find myself in the best professional chapter of my life. I am doing work I genuinely love; work that challenges me, stretches me, and allows me to make a difference. I am surrounded by people who trust me, encourage me, and value what I bring to the table.

In that environment, something else returned that I hadn’t realized I had lost: my confidence.

I now find myself saying yes to opportunities I once would have been too afraid to pursue. I am leading in new ways, serving as president of a professional organization, and even exploring speaking opportunities in different spaces.

For the first time in a long time, I feel like I am fully stepping into the person I was meant to become.

Good Friday reminds us that there are moments in life when the story appears to be ending; when hope seems buried and everything feels lost.

But sometimes what looks like the end is actually the turning point.

Matt didn’t know it, but the love he gave me, and the loss of him, helped wake me up to the life I was meant to live.

Sometimes the darkest chapter is the one that wakes us up.

And sometimes the story God is writing is only just beginning.