What they didn't see...

It doesn't always need volume to be valid.

The resurrection didn’t happen in front of a crowd.

There was no stage.
No spotlight.
No big reveal moment where Jesus walked out to applause.

It happened in the stillness.
Quiet.
Private.

The most powerful moment in history, and God did it without fanfare.

And I keep thinking about that.

Because so often we think transformation has to be seen.
Validated.
Explained.

But real change doesn’t need an audience.

It just needs to be real.

I’ve been sitting with that truth lately.
A few weeks ago, I found myself deep in a YouTube rabbit hole.
I was trying to fix my locs, researching how to crochet them, how to interlock the back, figuring out how to make the softer pieces stay put.

I spent hours (hours I didn’t have) caught up in tutorials and techniques.
And at some point, I had to stop and ask the question that always brings me home:

What do I actually value?

Not cute updos. Not more hair knowledge.

People. Purpose. Peace.

That’s been my top three for years.

So why was I giving my time, my energy, my attention to this?

I told my family, “I think I’m going to cut my hair again.”

That announcement brought on a wave of reactions.

My daughter gasped and said, “Okay Mommy… but please don’t shave it off.”
My husband looked confused and stayed quiet, like he wasn’t sure if this was a joke or a phase.
My son, on the other hand, lit up and shouted, “Yes! We’ll be twinsies!”

In that moment, I looked around and smiled.

Because while I love them dearly, I realized something deep in my spirit:

This wasn’t their decision to make. It was mine.

Later that week, we were watching a movie as a family.
I got up, walked into the bathroom, picked up a pair of scissors, and cut off two locs from the front.

There was no going back.
And honestly? It felt amazing.

I thought back to what I told my daughter in our first conversation:
“I value your opinion. But this is my hair. And that means it’s my choice.”

And the older I get, the more I enjoy making these kinds of personal decisions quietly.
No group chat.
No poll.
No peanut gallery.

Just a clear, calm knowing in my spirit.

Because that’s the thing about change.
It doesn’t have to be dramatic.
It doesn’t have to be loud.
And it definitely doesn’t need to make sense to anyone else.

Some of the most important shifts I’ve made in my life have started in the quiet.
No big announcement.
Just a moment of honesty and a decision to move differently.

That’s what the resurrection reminds me of.

God didn’t need an audience to change the world.
And you don’t need one to change your life.

This Easter, maybe the most powerful thing you can do…
Is to say yes to a change no one else sees coming.

A blessed and Happy Easter to you from me and my TWA (teenie weenie afro)!