Tomorrow morning, this peaceful playground will be trampled by little feet that belong to happy children returning from winter break. I hope the students will be full of tales of new toys and tasty treats and holiday memories. They will have new clothes and adventures to share. They will be excited to return to school. I am not.

So far, this year has been tough. But I don’t want to dwell on the past. I’m asking for a new perspective.

When I’m unprepared for a Monday morning, remind me of those who are seeking a job that is also their passion. Make me grateful and humble when I remember that I have already discovered mine.

When I feel like complaining about my caseload numbers, remind me of how many lives I’ve been entrusted to enrich. Help to make me worthy of the responsibility.

When I’m disappointed in a parent’s lack of diligence to speech practice at home, help me to focus on the things I can do to make speech homework a fun and engaging opportunity for communication between parent and child.

When I’m over run with paperwork and that teacher stops by to have a word, help me listen and truly hear the need, so I will recognize the solution when you reveal it to me.

When I’m given yet another new student file, help me praise you for the chance to show love and kindness.

When I’m feeling that my time is too stretched and that I’m not making a difference in the lives of these students, show me your presence in the soft smile from a shy preschooler, a hug from a colleague, or the sound of a student laughing.

You know my heart. You know my desires. I know your faithfulness. Amen.