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Why is Good Friday, Good?

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My son asked me this question on our way to school as we played worship music and anticipated the Hope of the coming Holy Week. 

A six year old who knows Jesus as his personal savior, an innocent child with pure faith and awe and wonder – he asked a question so many of us adults ponder as well. 

I know I did. And maybe you have, too. Or maybe you don’t care for religion and you’re still asking why the heck we call it Good? 

The Hard Truth

The hard truth is that the death of Jesus was not good. It was brutal. It was beyond anything we can mentally comprehend because we are not exposed to that kind of torture. 

The real and raw PG version I shared with my son was that Jesus was beaten and mocked. The crowd that a week earlier praised Him was now chanting “crucify him!” And despite being able to end it all, Jesus instead took all that pain so that we would never have to. He died so that we can find real and true and EVERLASTING life with God once and for all. 

The real and raw unabridged version is that they flogged Him so many times that just one more could have killed someone. Then they kicked, spit, and punched Him so that there was not a single area of flesh that wasn’t covered in blood. With open wounds and bleeding out, Jesus carried the cross they would hang Him on. He carried that massive piece of wood – with all its weight and splinters – uphill and He did all of this for one reason and one reason only. For you. And for me.

“But he was pierced for our transgressions; he was crushed for our iniquities; upon him was the chastisement that brought us peace, and with his wounds we are healed.”

Isaiah 53:5 ESV
good hope Isaiah

Don’t let the brutal torture of the crucifixtion deceive you into believing that Jesus did not have the power or authority to call on the angel armies to take out every soldier who mocked Him or every person crying for a murderers release over His own. He could have wiped out the entire earth if He wanted to, but that wasn’t the plan. That’s not who He is. 

The Good Father

““For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life.”

John 3:16 ESV
good hope John 316

Jesus knew why He had to take up that cross. And He knew WHO He was taking it up for: not only the righteous or the believers. Not only for the good and the kind. Not only for His disciples and religious leaders. 

No. He took that cross for ALL. 

“but God shows his love for us in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us.”

Romans 5:8 ESV
good hope romans 5 8

For the mockers, the chanters, the murderers that hung beside Him. We live because He took the punishment we all deserve but could never and – honestly – would never pay. 

He took that cross up that hill and felt every ounce of pain as He did it for us. He felt the impossible pain of burying your family. He felt the agony of losing your spouse. He felt the incomprehensible ache of not watching your baby live. There is nothing emotionally, physically, financially, or mentally He did not feel and conquer upon that cross. 

If you’re still reading and thinking, ok, Nicole, so that is what makes it good?

Not necessarily. That’s what makes it heartbreaking. 

It should make you uncomfortable and cause you to pause and check your heart. It should. For some it will, and for others, it may not be the time. So what is it?

The Hope & Promise

good hope

Hope is what makes Friday good. 

Jesus told His disciples over and over that His death was good for them. Because of His death, Hope would come alive. 

You see, as Phil Wickham sings, “Friday is Good because Sunday is coming.” 

You see, the cross is not the end of the story. Redemption and reconciliation are reborn as Christ is risen! When everything in this life feels lost or broken or failed or flawed.. Sunday is coming. 

For my sisters and brothers in Christ – may we remember the Hope that today offers. It should remind us that we were never promised an easy cross to carry. We were never promised that God would act as a genie and grant our every selfish wish or desire. 

Instead, as I told my son on our drive last week, Friday is good because Sunday is coming. The Hope and the Promise Of eternity that cost us NOTHING is right around the corner to remind us, as we walk and wail in exile on earth , that Hope is here and Jesus Is alive.

For my friends who don’t know this truth – it’s for you, too. Sunday is coming.  Are you ready?

Good.


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Anchored by Hope is a lifestyle blog founded by Nicole domitro in 2017 to encourage, empower, and educate women on their journey of faith, motherhood, and mental health. Nicole is a wife and mom of three. After struggling with postpartum depression and anxiety, she started Anchored by Hope as a way to open up about her own struggles and help other women who might be going through the same thing. The blog aims to provide hope and encouragement for women of all ages and walks of life.

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Hi, I’m Nicole, and Anchored by Hope is my story of transformation and grace. Before giving my life to Jesus at 24, I lived a life far from where I am today—a mom, homemaker, and beauty artist Anchored by Hope. With a background in Biblical Studies and a passion for helping women find beauty—both inside and out—I’m here to share how God’s Word can transform our everyday lives. Join me as I explore the messy, beautiful, and faith-filled journey of motherhood, homemaking, and living out God’s grace.

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Has this journey been easy? Absolutely not. But it has been filled with growth, faithfulness, and answered prayers beyond what I could have ever asked for or imagined.

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Some days my prayers are long, other days they’re just a whispered “help.” But one of my favorite tools for staying rooted in conversation with God is the P.R.A.Y. framework:

P — Praise
Begin by worshiping God for who He is.
💬 “Lord, You are faithful, good, and full of mercy.”

R — Repent
Confess where you’ve fallen short, and rest in His grace.
💬 “Forgive me for rushing ahead of You and for my impatience.”

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Bring your needs (and the needs of others) to Him.
💬 “Give me wisdom for the decisions ahead and peace in my waiting.”

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Surrender your plans to Him and listen for His leading.
💬 “I release my agenda. Align my heart with Yours.”

You can use P.R.A.Y. in the morning, in a journal, while doing dishes, or before bed—it’s less about the “how” and more about the “Who.”

💌 I shared this full guide (plus a printable version you can tuck in your Bible) in my weekly email this week.
Not on the list yet? Join now so you never miss a resource or encouragement drop — the link is in my bio.

💬 Do you already have a prayer rhythm? Or is this a tool you’d use?
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I need you - especially if you are teaching elementary ed (EVEN BETTER if it’s third grade 😆)! 

I have been nose deep in so many things the last couple weeks as I really prep for Fall! I would love to know a couple things if you’re willing to share;

1. Must have teacher supplies
2. Favorite ways to set up your room
3. Any and all resources for literally everything.
4. Things to add to an amazon wishlist
5. Best books - or ideas for how to create a perfect mini classroom library

I would be so grateful for any and all suggestions, recommendations, and encouragement!
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Too loud. Too emotional. Too honest.

But ya know what—I’m not trying to shrink myself to fit in.

I’m here for the ones who’ve felt the same.

The anxious mamas, the overthinkers, the rebels learning grace.

The women who love Jesus but still carry questions—and a whole lot of fire.

I don’t write perfect words.
But I pray they point to a perfect God.

Lately, I’ve watched people unsubscribe from my emails—some I’ve known for years.

It stings. 

Not because I need a big list, but because I want my words to matter.

And maybe you get that too.

So I keep writing.

Not for applause, or metrics, or even to be understood— 

but because I know I’m called to.

So if you’ve ever felt like a contradiction—too much and not enough—
I think you’ll feel at home here.

This space is for the misfits, the tender-hearted, the faith-filled + still figuring-it-out.

You’re not alone.

✨ I send weekly reflections by email—real, honest, anchored.

You can subscribe below or at the link in my bio if you’re craving something deeper than just another post. ↓

#faithfulandfeisty #redeemedrebel #anchoredbyhope #whyIwrite
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Yes, I’m excited to teach. But what I’m really excited about is sharing what God has done to bring me here—because this story started over 10 years ago.

In 2013, I walked into CLA for a memorial honoring Mike’s brother. I was a brand-new believer, and something about the place just wrecked me in the best way.
I left in tears, whispering, “I want to teach here.”

But I was a hairstylist with no plans for school. That dream felt wild and impossible.

Two years later, I applied to Moody Bible Institute. Not only was I accepted, but they took all my beauty school credits. A miracle.

Over the years, God kept weaving CLA into our lives—through friends, connections, and redemption stories I could’ve never planned.

When we enrolled Andy in kindergarten there, that same homecoming feeling returned. But with littles at home, we homeschooled for a few years.

Then last fall, God stirred our hearts again. I submitted my resume in faith… not knowing what job (if any) was available.

Fast forward: CLA called.
I thought it was for Bible class.
Instead… they offered me third grade.

It was more than I could’ve ever dreamed.
The moment I stepped into the classroom, I felt it deep in my bones—this is where I’m meant to be.

Only God could take a rebel-hearted hairstylist with nothing but questions…
and turn her into a teacher with a calling.

From salon chairs to classroom desks—He did it.
He planted me right where my heart first whispered, “I want to be here.”

All glory to the One who does immeasurably more than we could ask or imagine.

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It will bring you to your knees in worship and in weariness.

It’s the greatest gift—and the greatest sacrifice.

A holy calling that asks for your whole heart, your whole self, and somehow, gives you even more in return.

Motherhood is late nights and early mornings.

It’s sticky kisses, tearful prayers, and deep, unspoken joys.

It’s the ache of pouring out—and the awe of being loved so fiercely by little hearts who see you as home.

To be a mama is to live in the tension:
of holding on and letting go, of losing yourself and somehow finding more of who God created you to be.

And today, while we honor the beauty and blessing of motherhood, we also hold space for the brokenhearted.

For the women who long for a child.
For those grieving a mama they can’t call today.
For those with strained relationships, losses, or longings.

You are seen. You are loved. You are not forgotten.

Happy Mother’s Day—to the weary, the wonder-filled, and the waiting.

May you feel the love of a God who sees it all and calls it holy.

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