Easter has always carried deep meaning, but this year, it hit my spirit a little differently. It wasn’t just about a Sunday celebration or a moment of outward joy; it became a quiet reminder that, after the darkest seasons, new life still comes and it comes through the power of the Lord’s resurrection.
What I’ve come to understand is that New life doesn’t always announce itself with fireworks or fanfare. Sometimes, it arrives softly.
In whispered moments.
In the stillness after the storm.
In the faith that the Lord is always at work, even when we can’t see it.
Lately, life has felt heavy in places balancing work, school, personal goals, and inner growth. I’ve found myself in that in-between space not quite where I used to be, but not yet where I want to be. It’s a stretch that feels both sacred and uncomfortable.
And that’s exactly where Easter met me.
Not in perfection, but in process.
Not in clarity, but in quiet transformation.
Not in my own strength, but in the Lord’s grace and power.
The resurrection story reminds me that healing, renewal, and growth don’t always happen in public. Sometimes, they happen in the unseen where faith is required, and patience is tested. We learn to trust that even when nothing looks like it’s changing, something is shifting beneath the surface through the work of the Lord.
This season has taught me to honor the slow bloom.
To be present in the becoming.
To celebrate the quiet courage it takes to rise each day even when you’re still unsure of the outcome.
And to trust in the Lord’s plan, knowing that He is guiding me every step of the way.
So, if you find yourself navigating a season of waiting, of wondering, or of quietly evolving; this reflection is for you.
Easter is for the ones still finding their way, still healing, and still holding onto hope in the Lord’s promises.
New life is coming.
Even if it’s arriving slowly.
Even if it doesn’t look like you expected.
Even if you’re still becoming.
The Lord is with you, in every moment, and in every season of transformation.
Sincerely Me, Letters From the In-Between 