How My Daughter Led Me Back to Faith, Writing, and Rediscovering Life’s Purpose (P2)
It was my oldest daughters who first showed me the beauty of faith and the power of expression through writing. In their laughter, their wonder at the world, and the stories we shared, I found a purpose and a peace I hadn’t known before. Writing became a way to capture the fleeting moments, the magic of being present with them, and the gratitude I felt for every milestone and memory. But as the years passed, the challenges of life, the inevitable trials, and my own doubts slowly dimmed that light. The passion I once had for writing grew quiet, buried beneath the demands of everyday life, leaving a gap in my spirit I didn’t fully realize was there. .
During that time I felt disconnected from faith and from my own heart and lost the sense of my own passion. In the busyness of life, the daily distractions, and my own doubts, I had drifted far from the peace and purpose I once knew. Writing, which had once been my solace and connection to my spirit, also slipped away. But from the first moment I held my youngest daughter, something within me began to stir, quietly but unmistakably. In her tiny hands, in the wonder of her eyes, I felt a nudge, a call to return to what truly matters. It was as if she brought me back to God, to my own soul, and to the words I had left behind.
As she grew, I found myself paying attention to life in a way I hadn’t in years. There was a beauty in her presence that felt sacred, a simplicity that reminded me of the purity and grace I’d once sought through my writing. In her laughter, in her first hesitant steps, in the way she finds joy in the smallest things, I began to see life anew. I wanted to capture these moments, to put into words the way her light had reignited my own. So I returned to writing, this time not just as a hobby or an outlet, but as a way of honoring the journey she had unknowingly started me on.
Writing again has been a journey back to my own heart. Through it, I’ve found a way to capture the emotions I feel when I look at her—the gratitude, the awe, the sense of being part of something infinitely larger. In every word, I rediscover the peace that had felt so distant, as if God is gently guiding my hand, encouraging me to put my experiences and emotions onto the page. This practice has become my prayer, my way of connecting with the divine and honoring the profound lessons my daughter teaches me every day.
She has shown me that faith isn’t something we simply “have”; it’s something we nurture and express. And for me, writing has become my expression of faith, a way of documenting the quiet moments where I feel God’s presence most profoundly—in the soft rhythm of her breathing as she sleeps, in her infectious laughter, and in the unfiltered love she gives. Each word feels like a tribute to the love and light she’s brought into my life, a reminder that God’s presence is felt in the warmth of human connection, in the innocence of a child, and in the beauty of putting thoughts and feelings into words.
With each piece I write, I feel a profound connection to her, to myself, and to something divine. I see now that God’s presence had never left me; it was there, waiting patiently, just as my love for my daughter waited until I was ready to fully embrace it. She has brought me back to faith, to writing, and to a purpose I’d nearly forgotten. Her presence fills me with gratitude that I now channel into words, words that remind me of the beauty and holiness that surrounds us daily, if only we take a moment to see it.
Through her, I am learning to open my heart again, to put my fears aside, and to believe in the power of love, faith, and expression. In every piece I write, I capture a part of the journey she started for me, a journey back to God, back to myself, and back to the purpose that flows through all of us. She has given me the gift of seeing life anew, of finding God in the everyday, and of sharing that joy and wonder with others.
And so, I write—for her, for myself, and for the God who led me back through the purest love I have ever known. I am endlessly grateful that my daughter, in her quiet wisdom, has shown me this path and rekindled my spirit through faith, writing, and a love that grows deeper each day.
(Today marks the 50th post on PrimeTimePapa, a milestone I couldn’t have imagined reaching without the love and encouragement of so many special people. To my readers and fans—thank you for joining me on this journey, for your support, and for sharing in these stories that mean so much to me. To my wife, Marilyn, who stands by my side and inspires me daily with her unwavering love and patience—none of this would be possible without you. To my mother, who has always believed in my talent, even when I’ve doubted it myself—thank you for your faith and for seeing potential in me I sometimes overlook. And to my children, my endless source of inspiration, growth, and purpose—thank you for teaching me more about life, love, and faith than I could have ever learned on my own. Here’s to many more stories, lessons, and memories as we continue down this road together.)
