Tag: faith

The Quiet Strength: A Father’s Sacrifice

As we celebrate Father’s Day, I find myself thinking not only about the love fathers give but the sacrifices they make in silence. This poem is for every father who traded dreams for duty, comfort for care, and ease for effort, all without asking for recognition.

The Quiet Strength

(A Poem on a Father’s Sacrifice)

He wakes before the morning light, While dreams still dance in silent flight. His coffee cool, his back is sore, Yet still, he steps outside the door.

He wears a smile, though bills run deep, He holds his doubts and never weeps. With every mile and every chore, He gives a little then some more.

That coat he wore was from last year, His boots are cracked from wear and tear. But still, he saves for shoes and books, while hiding pain behind soft looks.

He mends the bike, he paints the wall, He answers every late night call. And though his hands are rough and worn, They are gentle when his child’s heart is torn.

He won’t speak much of dreams denied, Of youthful hopes that slipped or died. He gave them up without a sound, To keep his family safe and sound.

You’ll never hear him boast or plead, He simply sees a growing need. And fills it with a steady grace. A quiet strength, a selfless face.

A Father’s Love, Measured in Silence

A father’s sacrifice isn’t always poetic at first glance. It’s in the unnoticed things: staying late at work, fixing what’s broken, missing the game to work overtime, saying “I’m fine” when he’s not. It’s in the choices he makes without applause, every one a brick laid in the foundation of his children’s future.

So today, may we honor that quiet strength.

Not just with gifts or cards, but with understanding. Not just with words, but with presence. And not just today but every day.

Happy Father’s Day.

— Written with gratitude, and for my own father too.

When Jesus Can Die for Me, I Can Live for Him

There are some truths that strike the heart so deeply, they leave us forever changed. One of those truths is this: If Jesus could die for me, then I can live for Him.

Let that sink in.

Jesus didn’t just die for the world. He died for me. For you. He gave up His life, His comfort, His throne in heaven, to take on the weight of my sin and shame. And not because I deserved it, but because He loved me even when I was far from Him.

When I reflect on the brutality of the cross and the love that held Him there, I realize how small my daily excuses are. Jesus didn’t hesitate. He didn’t say, “Let me think about it,” or “Only if they change first.” He saw my brokenness and chose to pay the price anyway.

So how can I respond?

I can live for Him.

Not out of guilt, but out of gratitude.

Not to earn His love, but because I already have it.

Living for Jesus doesn’t mean I’ll be perfect. It means I’ll be willing. Willing to surrender. Willing to love. Willing to obey even when it’s hard. Willing to follow where He leads, to speak truth in love, and to walk with humility and compassion.

It means my life becomes a thank you letter to the One who gave everything for me.

It means:

    •    Choosing grace over grudges

    •    Extending mercy because I’ve received mercy

    •    Saying no to sin, not because I’m strong, but because He gives me strength

    •    Trusting Him in the valleys and giving Him glory on the mountaintops

    •    Reflecting His love in how I treat others

Jesus didn’t just die to give me a ticket to heaven. He died to give me abundant, purposeful, joy filled life here and now. And if He could carry the cross for me, I can carry mine for Him.

So today, I choose to live for the One who died for me.

Not perfectly.

But faithfully.

Because love like His deserves my everything.

Closing Prayer:

Lord Jesus, thank You for dying for me when I didn’t deserve it. Help me to live for You, not just in the big moments, but in the small, quiet choices of everyday life. Let my life reflect Your love. Strengthen me to follow You, to serve You, and to honor You with everything I am. Amen.

“I have been crucified with Christ and I no longer live, but Christ lives in me. The life I now live in the body, I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me.” — Galatians 2:20

The Quiet Power of a Mother’s Patience and Love

There is a kind of strength that doesn’t announce itself. It doesn’t roar or demand recognition. It waits. It listens. It STAYS. That is the strength of a mother’s patience, woven seamlessly into the fabric of her love.

A mother’s patience is not passive. It is active, intentional, and deeply rooted in love. It’s in the hundredth time she ties a shoelace for small hands that still fumble. It’s in the way she answers the same question again and again sometimes with a sigh, but always with PRESENCE. It’s in her gentle reminders, her quiet redirections, her unwavering belief that growth takes time.

Patience in motherhood is often invisible. It hides in the moments no one sees the long, slow exhale before she chooses kindness over frustration. The sleepless nights when she rocks a feverish child, even though she’s exhausted herself. The countless times she steps aside to let her child try, fail, and try again, resisting the urge to fix everything right away.

This patience is love in motion. It’s not about perfection it’s about staying soft when the world feels hard. It’s choosing to meet tantrums with calm, questions with answers, and distance with open arms.

There are days when her patience runs thin, when love looks more like endurance than grace. And yet, even then, she shows up. She chooses to love in the long stretches of ordinary days, in the repetition of routine, in the slow, steady nurturing that shapes a life.

Over the years, a child may not remember every word spoken or every rule enforced, but they will remember how she made them feel. They will carry the echo of her patience the safe space it created, the room it gave them to become who they are.

A mother’s patience teaches us that love isn’t just about big moments or grand gestures. It’s in the waiting. In the quiet. In the everyday choice to love without condition, to give without keeping score, to believe in someone, even when they’re still figuring things out.

To every mother who has stood still in the storm, who has paused her own needs to meet someone else’s, who has loved in the long, slow way that only mothers can, we see you. Your patience is not weakness. It is POWER. And it is one of the purest forms of love there is.

Thank you for your unwavering grace. Thank you for showing us what love looks like when it is patient, and what patience looks like when it is love.

The Importance of Time: Why Every Moment Counts

Time is one of the most valuable resources we have and yet, it’s the one we most often take for granted. Unlike money, possessions, or power, time is finite. Once a second ticks by, it’s gone forever. No amount of effort, wealth, or influence can buy back a moment lost.

1. Time Is Irreplaceable

You can recover from financial losses, rebuild relationships, or regain strength after setbacks. But time? Once it’s gone, it’s gone. This makes how we choose to spend our time one of the most important decisions we make every day. The people we give our time to, the work we focus on, and even the distractions we entertain all of it adds up to how we live our lives.

2. Time Shapes Priorities

When we understand the value of time, we begin to live with greater intention. It prompts us to ask meaningful questions:

• What truly matters to me?

• Am I spending my time on things that align with my goals and values?

• Who do I want to invest my time in?

Recognizing that our time is limited encourages us to focus on what’s essential and let go of what isn’t.

3. Time Drives Progress

All growth, whether personal or professional, is rooted in how we use our time. Learning a new skill, building a business, nurturing relationships these all require consistent investment over time. The more wisely we use our hours and days, the faster we move toward our goals.

4. Time Brings Perspective

Time also brings clarity. A challenge that seems overwhelming today might feel manageable in a week, a month, or a year. Taking the long view helps us be more patient, more thoughtful, and less reactive. It reminds us that setbacks are temporary and that every moment is part of a bigger story.

5. Time Is the Foundation of Legacy

Ultimately, how we spend our time defines who we are. Not our titles or possessions, but how we lived, what we created, and how we treated others. Our legacy is built one moment at a time.

Final Thoughts

We all get the same 24 hours in a day. The difference lies in how we choose to use them. Time is not just a measure of seconds or hours it’s the fabric of our lives. The sooner we recognize its importance, the more empowered we are to live fully, purposefully, and meaningfully.

So today, pause and ask yourself: Am I spending my time in a way that reflects what matters most to me?

Because in the end, how we spend our time will define our lives.