Of Her Own Accord

Last Sunday at the Parent’s Weekend service at our daughter’s college I had an interesting experience. After attending church together as a family all of her life, it struck me on Sunday that I was standing next to another believer- not necessarily my daughter.

I’ve always known that our children have to reach a point where they make our faith their faith. Of course this is a process: it doesn’t happen all at once- and her growth in this may have been completed sometime back, I don’t know. But it was a rich and fine feeling know I was worshiping God with my daughter- a believer of her own accord.