What Easter Means to Me This Year
It’s Easter week, and I’ve been thinking about what it actually means. It’s easy to get swept up in the long weekend—the break from work, the chance to rest—but at its core, Easter is about renewal. It reminds me that endings aren’t always just endings. Sometimes, they’re the beginning of something we don’t fully understand yet. Lately, I’ve been more aware of how fragile life is—our humanity and mortality, and how quickly things can shift. It’s a sobering realization, one that lingers in the background of everyday life. And because of that, even the way I pray has changed. I used to come to God with a list, asking for things to go a certain way and hoping for outcomes I thought were best. But after going through love and loss and grief these past months, my prayers have become simpler: “ Let Thy will be done. ” There’s a kind of surrender in that statement that isn’t easy to arrive at. It means acknowledging that I am, at the end of the day, just human—limited, uncertain, and ofte...
