My school’s accreditation review team visited this week. As they introduced themselves Wednesday evening at a dinner reception, each cited her years of tenure in the educational profession.

One noted 29 years.  Another 32 years.  The next 28 years.  And so on and so forth.

I didn’t say anything, but my count is 37 years.  I’ve been around the block more than any of them.  (And all bias aside, if I say so myself, most of them looked older than me!)

So what a blessing!  Thirty-seven years of any kind of work  is laudable, but all those years fulfilling a life’s calling leads to more of the humble rewards.


Teaching young people keeps me “young.”

I praise God for the gift of longevity in the profession.