04/03/2026
My dearly Heavenly Father,
I don’t always know what to pray for or how to say it. Some days feel heavy, and then I see others carrying more, and mine feel light. I get lost in the chaos sometimes. Some days I feel like I need a lot, but most days I just feel gratitude.
It’s almost Easter, and I’m not sure I’m doing it “right.” I haven’t gone all out, and there’s a part of me that feels guilty. But honestly, it feels like I’ve been living my own Holy Week this past year. I’ve been trying to see Christ in my everyday life, in the hard things, in the questions, in the quiet moments of asking, “What would Jesus do here?”
Maybe it’s not about doing Easter perfectly or knowing every detail of Holy Week. Maybe it’s about recognizing Him daily. Seeing Him in the details. Letting Him be part of my life, not just one week.
But I do know it happened. I know He walked into that city and, days later, was crucified. Praised, then rejected. He taught, served, washed feet, broke bread. He suffered in the garden, bled for us, was comforted by angels, was betrayed, beaten, and exposed to the world. And still, He chose love.
“Forgive them, Father, for they know not what they do.”
He endured. He followed through. And He rose.
I’m so grateful for Him. For His life. For His example.
I don’t know if I’m teaching Holy Week perfectly in my home. I don’t even know if I’ll be the best Easter bunny this year. But I do know this, He has met me in my own Holy Week. He meets me every day. He knows my pain, and because of that, I feel peace.
Please forgive me for not doing it perfectly. Just know I feel Him. I honor Him. I honor You.
In Jesus Christ's sacred name,
Amen.