first grade teacher

Lord,
I believe in You. I believe that You exist, silent and invisible but very real. You read my prayer posts. You love my children more than I do.


I have heard that there's a terrible teacher, deeply reviled by a wide swath of parents at Isabels' school. Isabel has a chance of getting this teacher next year. I beg You to spare her. I don't want my sweet, precious child to have to endure this hardship.


Does this mean I want You to make some other woman's child have to endure this woman? Yes, absolutely. Sinner that I am, I say, "Not me, Lord. Someone else." This is the selfish cry of a sinful mother who wants only the best for her children.


Lord, she is in Your hands, and You adore her like I do.  More than I do. I could write a letter to Mrs. Crandall, request that Isabel not get this teacher. I know of at least two others who've done this. Their attitude is: "Not me, Lord. Someone else." That puts Isabel at a higher chance of getting this teacher, because I didn't write a letter. Which makes me crazy.


But You ultimately are in control, not people. I don't want to be passive. I want to be responsible and I want to act as my child's advocate. But I also want to trust You that You will put her in the classroom she's meant to be in.


I pray that she will get the teacher You want her to have. I pray that this is not random, not a matter of luck, good or bad. I pray that You are carefully orchestrating Isabel's first grade year, that You already see it spread out before us, and that during it Isabel and I both will learn to trust You and to love and care for others in Your name.


Lord, I pray that You exist. I pray that You will prevent Isabel from being assigned to Mrs. Bab's class. But I also pray for Your will to be done. Jesus prayed for Your will to be done. And that worked out well in the end.
: )


In Your son's name I pray.
Amen