Here we are again, Lord.

Her backpack is loaded and her face is scrubbed and her
teeth are hopefully brushed.

And I know you'll walk with her, Lord. You always do.
But a mom still has to ask.

Will You walk with her?

Will You whisper to her what she needs to hear, when I'm not there to whisper it?

Will You please, oh please, cover her school with the protection only

You can give, and will You keep harm far away?

Will You make her mind strong and ready to learn?

Will You help her understand that hard work honors the One who created her?

Will You guide her teachers, giving them patience and

wisdom and creativity and more patience?

Will You bless them for their efforts?

Will You love all those children there,

the ones whose lunch accounts aren't full,

the ones who feel alone?

Will You teach my child to be kind and unselfish

and to love those who are different from her?

Will You point her back toward home just as soon as you can?

Lord, I give her to You today and everyday, trusting her to Your care.