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 often powerless in ways I don’t like to admit. I can only do what is within my reach: to try, to show up, to love well, and to make the best decisions I can. There’s only so much I can do, and beyond that, I have to let go—a choice to trust that there is a bigger picture I cannot fully see.

Accepting that God’s will unfolds even when it contradicts my own is not easy. In fact, it’s one of the hardest things to sit with. There are moments when it feels uncomfortable, even unfair. But I’m learning—slowly, and not without resistance—that His wisdom doesn’t need my full understanding to be true, and that His plans don’t have to make sense to me to still have purpose.

Now, I’m starting to see that God’s wisdom doesn’t have to match mine to still be right—that maybe faith isn’t about having all the answers, but about trusting anyway.

So this Easter, I’m not coming in with big revelations. My reflection isn’t about certainty or clarity—it’s about trust. About loosening my grip on how I think things should go, and instead seeking God’s guidance and intervention in the spaces I cannot control.

No Rhyme, Just Reason is a Taupō, New Zealand–based blog by Ariane about books, good food, long walks, and unapologetic naps.