He Got Up… So I Could Too

Today, I’m not just celebrating the empty tomb.
I’m celebrating that I’m still here —
in the wake of everything I thought would bury me.

There were seasons I didn’t think I’d survive.
Moments where the silence was louder than any hallelujah.
Grief that made me question if God was still listening.
Pain that told me I had no place in resurrection stories.

But today… I remember that Jesus didn’t just die for my sins.
He died for my shame.
My heartbreak.
My trauma.
My abandonment.
My silence.

And He got up —
so I could get up too.

“He is not here; he has risen, just as he said.”
— Matthew 28:6 (NIV)

🌱 This is My Resurrection Season

This blog, this healing, this voice you hear from me now —
it’s all proof that dead things can live again.

Maybe not overnight.
Maybe not all at once.
But little by little, breath by breath, I’ve been coming back to life.

Not the version I used to be —
but someone softer. Stronger. Sanctified by fire and still choosing hope.

“Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, the new creation has come:
The old has gone, the new is here!”
— 2 Corinthians 5:17

🕊 If You’re Still In Your Saturday Season…

Please don’t rush the rising.

God knows how to roll stones away at just the right time.
And when He does, it won’t just be resurrection —
it’ll be reclamation.

The story isn’t over.
The silence wasn’t the end.
And resurrection isn’t just what He did —
it’s what He still does.

Over and over again.

🙌🏾 Happy Resurrection Sunday, beloved.

Here’s to rising.
Here’s to reclaiming our peace.
Here’s to breathing again — even if our breath is shaky.
Here’s to life after the dark places.

— Shakara
Crown & Canopy