To many, Easter Sunday has become more about chocolate eggs, excited little ones on sugar highs, and tables overflowing with food than anything else. It’s easy to get swept up in the fun of it all — the bunny ears, the egg hunts, the noise and colour. But for those of us who follow Jesus, Easter holds a depth that far outweighs the commercialised chaos.
Easter Sunday is the day we remember something extraordinary. After enduring an agonising, brutal crucifixion — the kind of suffering we can’t even begin to comprehend — Jesus rose from the dead. He didn’t deserve what He went through. He was love in human form. He healed, forgave, uplifted, and taught. And yet, out of fear and misunderstanding, humanity turned on Him. They crucified the One who came to save them.
But that wasn’t the end.
Three days after His death, the tomb was empty. Jesus was gone. Not stolen, not lost — risen. God had raised Him up, just as He promised, to sit at His right hand in Heaven. That moment changed everything. It wasn’t just a miracle — it was our open door to salvation, to eternal life, to being reunited with our Father in Heaven.
And I’ll be honest — I’m not a perfect Christian. Far from it. But I am a grateful one. I’m grateful that even in my weakness, He chose me. That He walks beside me, lifts me when I fall, and gently reminds me I’m still His, even when I feel unworthy.
Today was meant to be the usual Easter chaos — grandkids running around, too much food, and all the joyful noise that comes with it. But I woke up unwell. And for the first time in 41 years, it was just my husband and me. The kids kindly kept their distance to protect the grandbabies, and while I missed the noise… I also felt peace.
I realised something important today: it’s okay to rest. It’s okay to take a step back. It’s okay not to do all the things every year. I needed quiet. I needed space. I needed this reminder that rest is holy, too.
Update: Even though I wasn’t feeling great, my husband and I had one of the best weekends we’ve had in years. We rested. We got our hands in the dirt and caught up on some yard work. We laughed, lingered, and let ourselves just be. It was good for our souls.
So to all the women out there — especially those navigating motherhood, grandparenthood, or just the feeling of always being “on” — hear this: you’re not a bad mum if you need space. You’re not selfish for craving rest. You have earned it. You are allowed to stop.
Easter reminds us that Jesus did the ultimate work so we could step into peace — not just in eternity, but in this very moment.
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