The Hope of the Women The women huddled near the shadow of the cross. One, the very mother who bore this now sad, abandoned victim strung up, powerless and shamed. Their hearts are heaving, sinking, breaking. They have spent so much time with the master, learning from him, watching him, admiring him until their admiration had spilled over into deep love marked by absolute, fearless dedication. That was Friday. But, Saturday had to happen. Saturday always happens. It was part of the plan. They had to tread this journey of grief and disappointment for just a short while, else the joy of what was to come would not land in their hearts with such profound force and conviction. A limit was placed on their grief, as there always is. Grief will not have the last word. On Saturday, despite their suffering, their faith was far from over; it was struggling. Struggling faith is a living faith. Still breathing, still walking. A holy struggle. They were not spared the searing pain of separation; the confusion and horror of it all. They were not cowed by the worst the Enemy could throw at them. Yes, they wondered how they would carry on, but they also wondered at all the Rabbi had taught them. They had learned about themselves and the coming kingdom with the birds and flowers as their teachers. They had delighted in His stories, immersing them in deep truth; the lady who lost her precious coin, the lost son, the ungrateful servant. They could relate to each one. The Rabbi had delighted to eat with them and had humbly accepted Mary’s lavish gift poured all over His dusty feet. They still believed Jesus was their Messiah - they just couldn’t grasp how this cruel cross could fit into His Kingdom Mission. Yet, there was no question that they had solid ground beneath their shaky feet and an open ear for their tearful cries. Saturday is nearly over and what lies dormant will awaken. What lies hidden will be revealed. What dies will rise. The seed has been buried in the ground. The shoot is about to appear. The grave has shrouded the eternal in a temporal, flimsy shell… #easter

The day before Joy by Flora Hawksbee #Easter #EasterPoem

Easter Saturday reminds us that not every moment is resurrection, sometimes it’s silence, grief, and waiting. It’s the space between heartbreak and hope, where questions linger and healing begins. Instead of rushing past it, we’re invited to sit in the tension, to feel deeply, and to trust that even in the quiet, we are not alone. Hope is coming, but this moment matters too. Read Cat's blog Wrestling and Waiting #linkinbio #EasterSunday #GoodFriday #easter

A reflection on Easter by @livinghisword777 that the beauty of new life only makes sense in light of the darkness that came before it. Through suffering and sacrifice, hope was born—turning the darkest moment into the beginning of eternal life. 🌿✨ read more #linkinbio #easter #goodfriday #eastersunday #writingcommunity

The “day in between” reminds us that even in silence, grief, and uncertainty, hope is not lost. What feels like an ending may actually be part of a greater story unfolding. When we can’t see the purpose, we can still hold on because light is coming, even after the darkest day. Read more from @paula.taylor.64 #linkinbio #easter #eastersunday #goodfriday

https://www.pfe-women.co.uk/blog/inbetween by Edith Vilamajó Sanchis

At Easter, the message of Jesus is as powerful as ever but how we share it matters. In this talk given at the Finding Your Voice workshop, Alex Hillman explores how to use “hooks” that help people connect with the gospel in a real and relevant way. While many people are searching for things like purpose, hope, love, and security, they don’t always realise that their deepest need is a relationship with God. Easter speaks directly into those longings, through Jesus who understands our suffering, shows us perfect love, and brings true hope through his resurrection. The challenge? Know your audience. Speak to real fears and real questions. And most importantly, share what you love about Easter because authenticity is what truly connects. ✨ Link in bio https://youtu.be/AXT6AWuvZuI?si=K1wWESmryp8BKcyy @apassionforlifemission @alexhpoetry

✍️ Our Writing Greenhouse with author Kat Wordsworth started this week and it was incredible. 21 women empowered and equipped to find their voice through writing. 3 weeks to write a piece on our Easter prompt. We explored both the practical and emotional sides of writing, and the question many writers face: how do you actually begin? We talked about the powerful connection between reading and writing, how reading widely exposes us to different voices, styles and ideas, helping us grow as writers. We also discussed practical ways to build a writing practice, from experimenting with your writing environment and managing distractions to finding the time of day when creativity flows best. The conversation also touched on the reality of the blank page, the excitement, fear and possibility it brings. One key reminder: you can’t edit a blank page. Great writing often begins with messy first drafts. Above all, the message was simple: 📚 Read widely. ✍️ Write bravely. 💡 Start where you are. Thank you to everyone who joined the workshop and shared their reflections, we’re excited to see where your writing takes you next. 🏃‍♀️ Catch up #linkinbio