My heart is focused on the empty tomb today.
The empty tomb that isn’t really empty because it’s filled with hope!
The empty tomb is bursting at its seams, brimming with startling second chances.
What appears to be concluded isn’t actually the conclusion.
When things go astray, missing, broken beyond repair…if truth be told that’s when things have just started.
Life after death is much more extraordinary than life before it.
Restoration comes from brokenness.
Beauty is revealed through ashes.
The new life of spring actually begins with the slow death of winter.
To me, that’s the joy of Easter. Found in this empty-yet-abundantly-full tomb…
What does Easter mean to you? I’d love to hear.