Resurrection is happening now

"'Tis the season!" I heard come out of my mouth as we muddled through a wet and cold Easter morning yesterday. The sunny, gorgeous Texas spring that had been going for a few weeks blew away in a flash with a cold front. It was beautiful in its stark, overcast reality. 

It reminded me that new life rarely starts in the bright light of day or the best seasons. 

I got a butterfly tattoo three days before Easter—right after a job rejection, right in the middle of Holy Week, while I'm still becoming. The butterfly has a face, the same face she had as a caterpillar. She didn't become someone else; she became more herself. Same face, new wings. And she has a crown, a symbol of self-sovereignty, not waiting for permission to claim what's already hers.

I'd carried the image for a year from a birthday card, knowing it was mine but waiting for the right moment. I thought I'd get it when conditions were just right, but like Goldilocks breaking into the three bears' home, those perfect conditions never showed up.Then the job said no, and I got the tattoo anyway.

Transformation doesn't wait for you to be ready. It happens in the mess, in the goo, in the cold spring rain when you're still becoming.

I mean...have you ever watched a birth?  It's messy y'all. 

Rebirth isn't something that happened once in ancient history that we're still waiting to happen again. Rebirth is not a moment you commemorate once a year. It is a direction you walk in.

The women at Jesus' tomb didn't ask how they'd move the stone. They just went. And the stone was already rolled away before they arrived.

Go home and look at the thing you have sealed shut: the relationship you've written off; the dream you buried because it felt irresponsible; the version of yourself you gave up on. The stone is already rolled away. You just haven't looked yet.

What if you stopped waiting for permission to become? What if the wings are already forming, even in the goo? What if the stone is already rolled away?

Wayfinding Practice for the Week:

What would you do this week if you believed you were already sovereign—already worthy, already enough, already allowed, and a member of the most important identity there is: your own? Not someday. Today.

Write down what you would do. Then do one thing from that list before the week is over. Just one. Not because you've earned it. Because the crown is already yours.

—Elaine

P.S. I'll be at Author's Alley at Boerne Bookshop this Saturday, April 11, from 12-4pm. Come say hi, get your book signed. The butterfly will be there too. 📚🦋
P.P.S. Wanna see this tattoo? Here’s the post about it.

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