I decided to restart blogging in January, but because I didn’t make it a calendar commitment, I let the time quietly slip away while focusing on what was right in front of me. Looking back, it speaks to me of a lack of planning—and perhaps also a gentle reminder of how easily good intentions drift when they are not anchored with purpose.
A small incident recently brought this home to me.
On Easter Sunday—the day we get to celebrate that Jesus rose from the grave and victory over death—our extended family gathers each year for a traditional roast leg of lamb with all the trimmings: tallow roasted potatoes and fresh salads. It is a simple but deeply meaningful tradition. This year, however, I forgot to buy the lamb a month in advance and ended up paying about 30% more than usual. It felt like daylight robbery in a captive market! Yet, if I am honest, the responsibility was mine. A lack of planning on my part led to an unnecessary cost.
And that small moment made me pause.
How easily we can overlook what matters most when life becomes busy and our attention is scattered. Yet what a gift it is that we are invited each year—especially at Easter—to slow down and remember the journey of the cross. Much more than a tradition, it is a living reminder of grace freely given and love beyond measure.
What joy it is to have the freedom to reflect again on the cross, and to remember that the resurrection is not only something we celebrate—it is something we live in. May this season draw our hearts back to the quiet wonder and deep joy of what Christ has done for us.
