A Reflection on Grief, Healing, and Faith this Easter

Reflections This Easter Sunday… and Missing My Mom

This morning feels quiet. Not empty… just different.

Windows open just a bit. A soft breeze. Wind chimes in the background.

And I find myself missing her.

There were years when Easter meant something very simple and very full.

Not church. Not sermons. But family. Easter baskets. Egg hunts. A meal shared around the table. Games, laughter, and time together. My mom right there in the middle of it all.

It wasn’t centered around doctrine. It was centered around connection. About being together.

Later in my life, I found my way into church. I explored faith in a more structured way, trying to understand what I believed and where I belonged. And I’m grateful for that part of my journey.

But what I’m realizing now… is that the deepest meaning of this day was always something I already knew.

I pulled out some old photos this morning. The kind that hold moments you didn’t know would become sacred someday.

Her smile. The way we gathered. The life we lived inside those ordinary days.

And I let myself feel it.

The love.
The ache.
The gratitude.

All of it.

Easter has always been a day about resurrection. About rising. About life returning.

And as I sit here now… I find myself holding that idea in a different way. Not just as something that happened once, long ago. But as something that happens within us.

What if resurrection isn’t only a story we’re told? What if it’s something we live?

Every time we:

• soften after pain
• find our way through grief
• release what no longer fits
• return to ourselves again

That is a kind of rising. A quiet, personal resurrection. Over the years, my understanding of faith has changed. Not in a way that feels like loss…but in a way that feels like expansion.

I no longer believe that we are born broken or in need of saving. At my core, I feel something different:

That we are already part of something sacred. That the Divine lives within us… and around us… and through us. That love is not something we earn. It’s something we are.

I don’t feel the need to define exactly what is right or wrong anymore.

But I do find myself wondering…What if God is bigger than we were taught? What if the Divine isn’t confined to one path, one story, one way of understanding? What if… all roads, when walked with sincerity, lead us back to the same source?

Today, I didn’t go to church. But I don’t feel disconnected. If anything, I feel… closer.

Closer to my memories.
Closer to love.
Closer to something quiet and steady within me.

Maybe this is what resurrection looks like for me now:

Remembering. Softening. Coming home to myself again. And trusting…that nothing real is ever truly lost.

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