God is Faithful.

Theo has reached the age where he remembers everything.

If I tell him on Monday that we can have ice cream for dessert tomorrow, Tuesday will come and he will be standing in the kitchen, repeating my words back to me, waiting. He holds me to what I say now.

It used to be easier. When he was smaller, I could say "we'll watch some TV later" or "we'll go to the park soon," and the words would quietly dissolve before he ever called them in.

I got away with the vague and the well-meaning. Not anymore. A promise to him now is a kind of debt, and he keeps the books.

It has made me far more careful with my words, because I have learned that to a child who remembers, every "maybe" sounds like a "yes."

God has never dealt in maybes.

Every promise He has ever made, He has meant, and every word He has spoken, He has kept, not most of them, not the convenient ones, all of them.

He has never needed reminding, never said a thing He didn't intend to do, never let His words dissolve the way mine can.

You can hold Him to what He has said, and He will be standing there, faithful, when the day comes.

That is the difference between His faithfulness and mine. Mine depends on my memory, my mood, whether keeping the promise is still convenient.

His depends on nothing outside Himself. "If we are faithless, He remains faithful, for He can't deny Himself."

When you forget, He remembers. When you doubt, He stays steady. His faithfulness was never built on yours. It is simply who He is, and you can build your whole life on it.