Where was Jesus for the tree days between His death and resurrection?

The women disciples thought they knew where Jesus was between His death and resurrection. They were not stumped. Like leaves on the wind, the men had scattered while He hanged on the cross, the crown on His head, but the women chose to stick it out. After Jesus' body was lowered from the tree, Joseph of Arimathea and Nicodemus intended to plant Him into the ground. On a larch, the women followed.

After the Sabbath, the women gathered herbs and aromatics. Weeping like willows, their tears watered the aloe and frankincense. They pined for their Teacher; they had no desire to branch out to another sect. No dogwood mourn her master more.

On the third day, the women got spruced up and carried the herbs to the tomb. In the early morning light they could barely cedar way. How would they move the stone? The timber of their voices was determined. Perhaps one maple while the others pushed?

But when they arrived, the stone was boled away! The women stared, rooted to the ground. Mary thought her heartwood break. Mary ducked locust of the short ceiling. A man was birched on the bed and told them Jesus rose from the dead.

Was he needling the women? Outside, Mary met Jesus, lumbering around—she thought He was the gardener! When He identified Himself, she boughed. Then she stood up. "Where have you been?" she barked. "It's been three days!" He told her to tell the disciples—He had mulch to tell them.

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