Resurrection Power in Real Life
My Reflection on Loss, Peace, and the Presence of God
Everyone wants resurrection power.
But no one wants to die.
Still, death shows up—in ways we don’t expect, don’t want, and can’t always explain.
For me, it came this last month, when my mom passed away.
It was—and still is—a moment I’ll never forget. But what’s even more unforgettable is what I felt in the middle of it:
Peace.
Joy.
Rest.
Not because I’m strong. Not because I figured out how to grieve well.
But because the resurrection of Jesus Christ isn’t just a story I believe. It’s the reality I live in.
When Grief Should’ve Broken Me
I was there in her final days—watching her body weaken, helping her through pain, and feeling the weight of finality.
But here’s the miracle: I wasn’t crushed. My soul wasn’t pierced.
I cried, yes. I hurt. I still do.
But there was no sting. No bitterness. No despair.
“When the perishable has been clothed with the imperishable, and the mortal with immortality, then the saying that is written will come true: “Death has been swallowed up in victory.”
“Where, O death, is your victory?
Where, O death, is your sting?”
– 1 Corinthians 15:55
That verse wasn’t poetic in that moment—it was true.
Because resurrection isn’t just about the dead coming back to life.
It’s about your soul being kept whole in the middle of sorrow.
Resurrection Starts in the Soul
We talk about resurrection like it’s just something to hope for at the end of life.
But I’ve learned it starts in the soul—right here, right now.
I’ve tasted it.
The kind of joy that makes no sense.
A present peace while sitting by a hospital bed.
The kind of rest that can’t be explained by psychology or positive thinking.
This is the resurrection power of Jesus working its way through my spirit—into my emotions, my mind, and my body.
My Mom’s Legacy Didn’t Die
After she passed, something amazing happened.
Everywhere I turned, I started hearing people share stories about her—how she impacted them, how her joy shaped their life, how her faith left a mark.
And then I realized… I carry her.
So does my family. So does everyone she touched.
Just like Jesus gave His Spirit to us after He ascended, my mom’s love, joy, and legacy are being multiplied now—in me, through me, and around me.
That’s resurrection, too.
A seed goes into the ground, but what comes out is multiplied.
You Don’t Have to Strive—Just Rest
Maybe you’re grieving. Maybe you’re watching someone suffer.
Maybe you’ve wrestled with questions like:
• Why didn’t God heal?
• Did we not pray hard enough?
• Where was the miracle?
I wrestled with those too.
But what I found is that God did perform a miracle—not in my mom’s body, but in my soul.
And if I hadn’t taken time to sit with Him before it all happened—fasting, listening, being quiet—I’m not sure I’d be saying this.
He prepared me. He preserved me.
And He’s still pouring out peace.
You Can Face Anything
Here’s what I know now: I’m not afraid of anything.
I’ve watched someone I love pass into eternity.
And I’m not broken.
I’m not bitter.
I’m more alive than ever—because He lives in me.
“The same Spirit who raised Jesus from the dead dwells in you.” – Romans 8:11
That’s not poetry. That’s power.
If You’re in Pain Right Now…
Let me just say this:
You don’t have to hold it all together.
You don’t have to explain everything.
You don’t have to fix your soul.
You just have to call on Him.
He’s not afraid of your grief. He’s not distant from your pain.
He’s near. And He’s ready to give you the same resurrection power that carried me through losing my mom.
The truth is—this life is not the end. The world is just a womb before a bigger birth.
Heaven is what’s real.
And Jesus is not just waiting for you there—He’s living inside you now.
So rest. Receive. Let Him do what only He can do.
From my heart to yours,
Chris
