Dear Little Girl…When Easter Doesn’t Feel Joyful (Finding God in the Quiet)

Dear Little Girl,

Easter came…
And it didn’t look like you thought it would, did it?

It was quieter.
A little heavier.
Not wrapped in bows or baskets or perfect traditions.

There was tension.
There was uncertainty.
There were pieces of your heart pulled in different directions.

And part of you wondered…
“Did I miss it?”

I want you to know something.

Easter was never meant to be perfect.
It was never meant to be polished or easy or light.

It was born out of grief.
Out of confusion.
Out of watching something you love suffer… and not being able to stop it.

Mary stood and watched her son carry a cross.
She didn’t understand it.
She couldn’t fix it.
She couldn’t make it stop.

And still… God was there.

You felt that this week, didn’t you?

In the loss.
In the conversations.
In the tension that rose up around you.
In the moment you chose to speak truth instead of staying quiet.

That mattered.

You didn’t shrink.
You didn’t ignore what your body was telling you.
You said, “This is not okay.”

And you said it with strength… not anger.

That is growth.
That is healing.
That is Me in you.

And then there were the moments where you felt the weight of someone else’s fear…
their uncertainty…
their unspoken questions about what comes next.

You don’t have to fix it.
You don’t have to carry it.

You just have to love.

To be steady.
To be present.
To let your peace speak louder than your words.

I know it felt different.

Some of your people weren’t there.
The traditions didn’t unfold the way they used to.
Things felt… off.

But don’t miss this:

This quiet?
It’s not empty.

It’s sacred.

Because resurrection doesn’t always come with trumpets.

Sometimes…
It comes in a boundary spoken.
In a softened heart.
In choosing love without losing yourself.
In showing up when things aren’t perfect.

You didn’t miss Easter.

You lived it.

So today…
Release what isn’t yours to carry.
Love what is in front of you.
And trust that even here— In the quiet, in the messy, in the ordinary—

He is risen.
And He is rising in you too.

Love,
God