Censorship

I feel burned. I feel tired. It's only week two.

May God bless all of the teachers that have dedicated their lives to children placed in innercity schools. May God bless all of the children placed in inner city schools. Today was hard. Yesterday was hard, and chances are tormorrow will be hard too.

I feel so overwhelmed. I feel so sad. I feel so low.

I feel so embarassed. I'm sitting here complaining about how I feel, but am I the one sleeping in a shelter? no. Am I the one with my pants tied together with a piece of twine? no. Am I the one without a lunch? no. Am I the one working 3 jobs to support my family? no. Am I the one teaching two separate grades day in and day out? no. I am doing NONE of these things and yet I feel weak. Why? ....what a big question. "Why?!" one word that holds much weight.

Dear Lord,
I pray for the safety of my children. I pray that they see your love through me. I pray that they are loved. I pray they know they are smart, loved and needed in this world. I pray they respect their friends, parents/guardians and teachers. I pray they see you through me. I pray they learn. I pray I can teach them at least something. I pray I don't fail them. I pray I don't fail you. I pray for the best. These kids need the best. These kids DESERVE the best. I pray for strength. I pray for tact. I pray for patience and I pray for peace.

Tomorrow I am taking these kids on a field trip. blog to follow.