Easter

Not because of the highs,
but because of the lows.
Not because of the celebration,
but because of the sorrow.

Because Easter doesn’t rush past the pain.
It meets you in it.
It sits with you.
It carries the weight of it,
long before it shows you the way through it.

I didn’t choose Jesus just because of the miracles.
I chose Him because of the breaking.
Because He knows abandonment.
He knows betrayal.
He knows what it is to cry out and hear… silence.
To feel the absence of the Father,
the way I’ve felt the absence of mine since he died.

And honestly, it was Easter that stopped me from giving up.
That reminded me despair doesn’t get the final word.
That empathised with me in my brokenness.
That whispered, one day…
No more grief.
No more distance.
No more aching.
No more war.

Not the fleeting hope of fairy tales.
But the kind of hope that holds when everything else falls apart.
The kind that keeps me going on the days I feel like I’ve come to the end.

That’s why I’m still here.
Because despair doesn’t get the final word.

Two words that feel hollow on chocolate eggs and commercial banners.
That seem to hold less and less weight in a world chasing everything else.
But to me, they carry immeasurable value…

Happy Easter ♥️