I dropped my daughter off at the airport.
Heading off to work,
doing what she must
to make things better for her little family.
So much like me.
So much like her mother.
My wife and I are proud of our daughters—
Both are strong women of faith.
I see that.
But what moves me even more
is when others see faith alive in them
and they tell me.
They’ve stepped from their parents’s shadow,
found their own parish home,
their own circle,
Walking in the light of Christ.
And as a deacon, I get around.
In grocery aisles, parking lots, and church halls,
people stop me and say,
“Your daughters live their faith.”
And my heart goes back—
to the grace that shaped all of us:
the prayers whispered in the dark,
the hopes we carried,
the sacrifices made in love,
the lessons we tried to live
more than teach.
Because this is the sacred work of every Christian:
to share the faith we have received,
to let Christ’s light pass from life to life,
to hand on the Gospel
in quiet, steady ways.
Just as the Church in Acts
laid hands on Barnabas and Saul
and sent them forth,
trusting the Holy Spirit
to guide what they could not control,
so we, too, release the faith we share
into the lives of others.
And when someone recognizes that grace—
in our children,
in our friends,
in our communities—
we glimpse the truth of it all:
that the seeds planted in love
belong first to God,
and God makes them grow.
May the light we share
continue to move from heart to heart,
bearing fruit in God’s good soil.
Prayer
Lord Jesus,Your grace is the light we walk in.
Strengthen the faith we share as Your people.
Let Your Word shape our hearts in quiet, steady ways.
Keep us rooted in Your mercy and truth.
