We took these sweet photos on Friday because I wasn’t with my babies this Easter. I love photos. And I love marking moments with them ❤️ I went back and forth on whether I wanted to share anything on Easter amongst the sea of Happy Easter sweet family photos. And, if I were to post, should I keep it short and sweet? Just emojis? Should I share we took these photos on Friday? Or pretend it was on Sunday? Can I hide behind a simple (yet powerful!) , “He is risen!” Caption? Because, yes, He is risen indeed! But the truth is, my Easter was painful this year. It was different. And uncomfortable...and It was lonely. I was surrounded by people all day, but I still felt alone. I worshipped my God for all that He has done for me, but I also felt disappointment and even a little anger. I cried tears of awe, joy and gratitude. And I cried tears of deep grief, confusion and longing. This Easter, I’m more thankful than ever that because Jesus defeated death, I can have hope. Because Sunday came, I can hope in the Sunday that is coming. Because He rose on the third day, sin has no power over me. And even though (I’ll admit) my feelings and the truth aren’t always in perfect alignment, I can STAND on the unchanging truth that God is faithful. And even though I don’t *love* this journey, I can rest assured that He is working all things for good (for me, because I love Him 🥹 Rom 8:28). Thank you Jesus for dying on the cross for me. Thank you God for sending your only son to die for me. And thank you Holy Spirit for coming and making a home in me. 🥹