He is not
here; for He is risen, as He said.
- Matthew 28:6a (NKJV)
This weekend felt like a whirlwind. From Good Friday services, to a benefit cookout and Easter egg hunt on Saturday, then Easter morning at church, another egg hunt for the kiddos, and ending the day with dinner surrounded by all my children and grandchildren… and yes, a few eggs hidden at the house too.
It was full. Busy. Beautiful.
But in the middle of it all, I found myself pausing to think about what this weekend must have felt like for Jesus and His disciples.
Thursday night, they shared the Passover meal, Jesus identified the bread and wine as His body and blood, He washed the feet of His disciples. And then everything changed. Jesus was arrested, beaten, mocked, and nailed to a cross… and He died.
He truly died.
Scripture tells us the world went dark for three hours. The veil was torn. The earth shook. Rocks split. Tombs broke open. Even the centurion standing guard declared, “Truly this was the Son of God.”
Jesus was gone.
And for the disciples, those next three days must have felt endless. They hid in fear, unsure of what would come next, carrying the weight of grief that comes with losing someone they loved so deeply.
But it wasn’t over. Not even close.
On the third day, Mary Magdalene and the other women went to the tomb to anoint Jesus’ body—something they couldn’t do before the Sabbath began.
And instead… they found the stone rolled away. The tomb was empty.
Scripture says they were afraid, yet filled with joy. He was risen—just like He said He would.
And here’s the part I don’t want to rush past…
He is still alive.
Not just a moment we celebrate once a year. Not just a story we remember. Jesus is alive today—present in our lives, moving in our hearts, still calling us, still loving us, still saving us.
Because He lives, our hope is alive.
Because He lives, death is not the end.
Because He lives… we are never alone.
#dailybreadbykitty
Daily Inspiration from the Bible
- Matthew 28:6a (NKJV)
This weekend felt like a whirlwind. From Good Friday services, to a benefit cookout and Easter egg hunt on Saturday, then Easter morning at church, another egg hunt for the kiddos, and ending the day with dinner surrounded by all my children and grandchildren… and yes, a few eggs hidden at the house too.
It was full. Busy. Beautiful.
But in the middle of it all, I found myself pausing to think about what this weekend must have felt like for Jesus and His disciples.
Thursday night, they shared the Passover meal, Jesus identified the bread and wine as His body and blood, He washed the feet of His disciples. And then everything changed. Jesus was arrested, beaten, mocked, and nailed to a cross… and He died.
He truly died.
Scripture tells us the world went dark for three hours. The veil was torn. The earth shook. Rocks split. Tombs broke open. Even the centurion standing guard declared, “Truly this was the Son of God.”
Jesus was gone.
And for the disciples, those next three days must have felt endless. They hid in fear, unsure of what would come next, carrying the weight of grief that comes with losing someone they loved so deeply.
But it wasn’t over. Not even close.
On the third day, Mary Magdalene and the other women went to the tomb to anoint Jesus’ body—something they couldn’t do before the Sabbath began.
And instead… they found the stone rolled away. The tomb was empty.
Scripture says they were afraid, yet filled with joy. He was risen—just like He said He would.
And here’s the part I don’t want to rush past…
He is still alive.
Not just a moment we celebrate once a year. Not just a story we remember. Jesus is alive today—present in our lives, moving in our hearts, still calling us, still loving us, still saving us.
Because He lives, our hope is alive.
Because He lives, death is not the end.
Because He lives… we are never alone.
#dailybreadbykitty
Daily Inspiration from the Bible
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