Remember that one time I said, “I’m going to write every day for Lent?” And then I made it to Day Four until I…stopped? Me too.
I really had great intentions to keep this up leading to Easter. Yet here we are, at Easter Sunday, and what do I have to show for it? Not a whole lot, if we’re being honest. I could give numerous excuses—some very legitimate—for my radio silence, but the truth is, none of them matter. So instead of wasting all our time justifying my lack of posts, I’m going to fast-forward to the present…to Easter.
It’s a strange sensation, feeling the weight of Christ’s resurrection. I’m so overwhelmed with actual joy: church was bursting full of smiling faces, I got to hear three phenomenal sermons, and my friends and family filled the day with happiness. Yet in the midst of this magnificent wonder, I can’t help but experience some sadness. It’s as though the close proximity of Heaven reminds me how much I miss loved ones no longer here on Earth.
But isn’t that what Easter is? God’s gift of love that permits us, nay requires us, to deepen our hearts for others? If I were to characterize this almost concluded Lenten season, I’d say it was the most raw, intimate one I’ve ever experienced. Difficult and trying at times, but oh so rewarding. I wish I would’ve shared more (whoops, guess I am going to attempt justifying dropping the ball), but at the end of this path, I’m so thankful for the ways I’ve grown closer to God. Because even when we feel like failures or too weak to charge forth, we rest knowing our savior is almighty and eternal.
I pray we all feel the incredible love of Jesus in the triumphant celebrations of today and beyond, remembering that his grace extends past broken Lenten promises and into the beauty of actual transformation. Happy Easter, dear ones!
Rachel Fisher 