As Easter suddenly decided to appear out of nowhere and then passby in March, I've been seriously reflecting over the last two weeks about what Easter means to me. Yes, i know, it's about Jesus' death on the cross and his resurrection three days later... but I've been reflecting on what that means to me as a 26 year old female, living in NYC, trying to figure out life and trying to figure out how to do this whole adult thing. In essence, what does the resurrection personally mean to me beyond the typical "He is risen and my sins are forgiven!" (which, don't get me wrong, is a fabulous thing).
And so i entered church on Sunday, excited for Easter sunday, but quite unsure in my heart.