The Rise is in Us

The stone was rolled away—

not just from a tomb,

but from the walls we built around our own hearts.

Because the greatest miracle of Easter

is not only that He rose—

but that His rising now lives in us.

It’s in the way we choose love

when we’ve been hurt.

It’s in the way we keep showing up

even when we feel unseen.

It’s in the trembling prayer whispered at midnight

when no one else knows what we’re holding.

The rise is not out there, far away.

It’s here.

Now.

In the marrow of our bones,

in the breath that fills our lungs

when we say yes to grace one more time.

We rise

every time we let God into the places we thought were too broken.

We rise

when we forgive, not because it’s easy,

but because it frees us.

We rise

when we begin to believe

that love really is stronger than death,

stronger than the past,

stronger than anything trying to keep us small.

And maybe that’s the quiet triumph of Easter—

that we don’t need to wait for a perfect moment

to come alive.

We are already part of the resurrection story.

We carry it.

We breathe it.

We become it.

The rise is in us—

not because we earned it,

but because He gave it.

Because Love chose us.

And when Love rises,

so do we.

A Gentle Invitation

This Easter, don’t just celebrate His resurrection—

embody it.

Let His love rise in you again.

Even in the tender places.

Especially there.

You are allowed to live fully.

You are allowed to begin again.

You are allowed to rise.