Easter doesn’t mean life gets easier. It means we don’t face it alone. Jesus knows what it feels like to suffer, to be afraid, to feel abandoned. He went through all of it and came back, not to take our pain away, but to walk with us in it.
He still has His scars. He didn’t hide them. And neither do we have to hide ours. Our broken places are where He meets us. Not when we’re strong, but when we’re tired. Not when we have answers, but when we just want someone to stay.
Easter hope isn’t loud. It’s quiet and gentle. It’s a hand holding yours when you’re falling apart. It’s the whisper: “I’m still here.”
Even if you don’t feel Him, He is near.
Even if hope feels small, it’s enough.
Even if today is hard, He is holding you.
The tomb is empty, and that changes everything.
Because He lives, love is stronger than fear.
And your story is not over.
Zabenthung Dominic 
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