I’m not sure exactly when it happened, but somewhere along the way holidays became synonymous with stress. With food to purchase and prepare, baskets to stuff, and the juggling of family logistics, these days have become just another leg of the marathon of the life we’re wearing.
And in the midst of the hustle and bustle of crafting the “perfect” holiday, we are turning a blind eye to the symbolism of why we’re gathering in the first place.
So on this weekend when so many of us celebrate Passover and Easter, I offer the following reminders:
The strongest among us choose to believe in that which they cannot see. This is called faith and they wear it on their shirtsleeve.
We all have the opportunity to be reborn. To start fresh. Anew. But only if we choose to do so.
And to that end, we must remember that there is freedom to be found in sacrifice. That in order to have we must, often times, let something go.
So whatever you’re enduring right now, know that it will pass. Not overnight nor by the end of the week, but by you moving through it. And you must – always and ever – have faith that what is waiting for you on the other side is going to be worth every step of your journey.
We are all so blessed. And not just with our family, friends, health and possessions, but with accessibility to opportunities.
Here’s to choosing them. Waiting for them. Believing what our mind’s eye sees them to be.
Wishing you all a beautiful day.