Some days, the weight of this call settles on me.
As a deacon, I give a lot of myself to Christ,
to His Church,
to the people God entrusts to me.
My wife fusses at me—never complaining, just loving.
“Take care of yourself.
Take care of your family.
Remember your children… your grandchildren.”
And she’s right.
Because part of why I serve is for them.
So they see the example.
So they learn that life is more than money,
more than fame,
more than things.
It’s about love.
It’s about service.
It’s about giving yourself away
the way Jesus did.
And in those small moments—
a turning of the heart,
a smile when I speak His Name—
I feel whole.
I feel happy.
I feel like I’m standing exactly
where God formed me to stand.
Isaiah says,
“Though I thought I had toiled in vain…
my reward is with the Lord.”
And Jesus tells Peter,
“Where I am going, you cannot follow now…
but you will follow later.”
That is Tuesday of Holy Week.
We walk behind Him—
trusting that every quiet sacrifice,
every act of love,
every yes we offer—
is already held
in the heart of God.
Prayer
Lord Jesus,
Draw my heart close to Yours.Teach me to serve with love and quiet joy.
Strengthen me when I feel poured out.
Let my family see Your light in me.
Make every sacrifice a seed of grace.
Hold my steps close behind You.
Lead me where Your love is needed most.
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