The teacher’s dance of
discipline and love has
ended for another year. My
prayers trail each student
out the door and into the summer.
I sit in silence as conversations past
echo through my classroom and
scenes replay from the year gone by.
Did my cherubs learn?
But most of all, did they
see Jesus in me?
They made progress, I know, in
life-skills and reading and writing, but
do they know how much I love them?
Do they understand that I miss them
for three long months and mourn them if
they don’t return?
They wave and walk away, slamming
the covers on the book of school and
tossing it on the shelf of life. But I
worry. Will they be safe? What
evil lurks in their lives?
seen in me an example of
how to run to the
One who loves them when
faced with trouble, trials and trauma?
Ah, the end-of-the-school-year blues
have jumped out of the clear skies and
pounced upon my heart. Squeezing it
tightly and shaking my composure.
I have sixty-five prayer requests.
May each one return in August.
What about you? What makes you blue at the end of the school year?