" He is not here; he has risen, just as he said. Come and see the place where he lay." – Matthew 28:6 (NIV) While walking through the store the other day, a kind lady smiled at my son and asked, “Is the Easter Bunny coming to your house? Is he bringing you lots of candy?” He looked at her, puzzled—just as I did. His confusion came from innocence—he’s only three and we’ve never taught him about a bunny that delivers candy. Mine came from realization. That was the second time in just a few days that someone asked me about a bunny hiding eggs rather than about the Savior who rose from the grave. Now don’t get me wrong—yes, we’ve participated in egg hunts, and yes, my children will receive a little basket after church on Sunday. Growing up, that was part of our tradition: getting dressed up in our best for Easter Sunday, reciting our speeches in front of the congregation, enjoying a family meal (with ham, of course), and then collecting our baskets and finding hidden eggs. Honest...
“We can make our plans but the Lord determines our steps” Proverbs 16:9. A few weeks ago, I was supposed to be on a cruise. Not just a vacation—but a reset. A deeply needed pause after pushing through wave after wave of trauma, grief, and responsibility. I had been holding it all: • The weight of work drama • The heaviness of home • The heartbreak of my son moving away • The exhaustion of caring for and then burying my father • The quiet ache of carrying everyone else stuff leaving me to feel as if I were emotionally neglected. I kept saying to myself, “Just make it to the cruise.” Not because of the ocean. Not because of the ship. But because it represented the one thing I had allowed myself to hope for, the mental space that helped me get through. And then…just like that, it was canceled. At first, I felt nothing. Just numb. But then came the frustration. The deep disappointment. The question of why? Not because I needed a luxury escape, but because I needed an emotional exhale. But ...