Today I wake up, already weary. The day before still wreaks havoc on my heart, the stress of the day had barely let me sleep.
In a still moment before my feet hit the floor, I pray “Lord, please let today be better.”
Then, I take a few more moments, moments to really focus. Moments to make myself remember. If it were my child . . .
In that stolen moment, that solemn reminder session from my heavenly father, my heart begins to ache.
Lord, when my feet hit the pavement in the parking lot, remind me why I’m there. Help my heart to smile and my mouth speak peace. Let my arms be soft and my attitude stern. Fill my room with laughter and love. Let each child feel special and important. Allow me work in your grace and mercy. Show yourself in my actions and in my words. Help me reveal you to them. Help me be the best three year old teacher those kids will ever encounter. . .
” He tends his flock like a shepherd:
He gathers the lambs in his arms
and carries them close to his heart . . .”