Resurrection Day Reflections

Resurrection Sunday (Easter) is one of my favorite holidays.

It’s not just the pastel colors or the soft dresses or the pretty table settings (though I love all of that - it’s me, after all lol). It’s the reminder that grace isn’t delicate. It’s powerful. It’s costly. And it’s deeply personal.

God’s grace was never meant to feel like a distant idea. It looks like sacrifice. It looks like love stretched across a cross. It looks like Jesus choosing to stay when He could have walked away. Choosing us, fully knowing the weight of what that choice would cost.

And somehow, every year, that truth lands a little differently in my heart.

This Easter, I’ve been thinking a lot about what it means to trust God in the middle of the unknown. Not the polished, picture-perfect kind of faith, but the real kind. The kind that shows up when life doesn’t go according to plan.

Because as a Mother, especially one to a child with Tuberous Sclerosis, I’ve learned that faith isn’t always soft and pretty. Sometimes it’s steady. Sometimes it’s quiet. Sometimes it’s just choosing to believe that God is still good, even when I don’t have all the answers. There are moments I wish I could rewrite. Moments I wish felt easier, lighter, simpler. But Easter reminds me that God doesn’t waste hard things. The cross looked like the end of the story, but it wasn’t. It was the beginning of redemption.

And that changes everything.

It reminds me that grace covers the questions, the fear, and the days when I feel strong and the days when I don’t. It reminds me that my son’s story (our story) is held in the same hands that turned a cross into a promise. So I lean into the beauty of Easter. The soft colors, the sweet moments, the joy of it all. But underneath it, deeper than anything you can see, is this unshakable truth:

We are loved. Fully. Sacrificially. Forever.

And that kind of grace is something you can’t put a price on.

xoxo - Posh 🩷