I have been faithful to PB for over 45 years.

I faithfully fed four children three meals a day over a 20 year span.

I have led women’s Bible studies, helped pull off Vacation Bible Schools and Christmas programs, provided music for funerals and weddings, and made oodles of Tater Tot hotdishes for church potlucks.

I have led a faithful life.
I have loved living a faithful life.

As I get older, I’m finding there is less on my plate,
and that’s a wonderful thing.
PB is perfectly content with scrambled eggs and toast for supper.
I can get a week’s worth of laundry done in an afternoon.
No one is depending on me to organize an event.
It’s a wonderful thing.

But I still want to live a faithful life.

So, here’s the truth:
I don’t post these little reflections every Thursday morning because I think I have anything brilliant to say. I don’t expect my words to go viral or even get noticed. There’s one reason I show up here week after week—it’s an exercise in faithfulness.

Some weeks I spend hours pondering a thought, shaping those thoughts into words, and then revising them over and over. Some weeks I throw it together just before hitting “Publish.”

This self-imposed assignment keeps me thinking, learning, growing. The fact that anybody actually reads it— that’s icing on the cake.

I don’t want to get older and fizzle out.
I want to grow old and be found faithful.
As faithful as Old Faithful.
It’s a wonderful thing.

“When the Son of Man comes,
will He find faith on the earth?”
Luke 18:8