04/09/2026
What if transformation was never supposed to be pretty?
We've grown up with this sweet image of the butterfly. It goes in, takes a little nap, grows wings, flies out. Clean. Hopeful. Instagrammable. But that's not what actually happens. The caterpillar turns to goo. A complete, messy, indiscernible dissolution, before anything new can emerge.
And I think resurrection works the same way.
We want Easter to feel like a highlight reel. But the process toward new life is uncertain, a little frightening, and not always clear which direction things are going. That's not a sign something's wrong. That's just what transformation looks like.
So here's what I want to offer you today. The tomb doesn't have to just be a place of grief. It can be a place to leave things. Your shame. Your sense of brokenness. The story that you don't belong. The pain you've been carrying that was never yours to keep.
Leave it there. And be patient with yourself. New life is here, but it arrives the way spring does. Slowly, messily, and more beautifully than we expected.
What are you ready to leave in the tomb this Easter?