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A Mother's Prayer

Father, today in our corner of the world, our kids go back to school. 
You know all of the things that have happened in our countries schools. How sad. And how scary. You know my fears and though I may not speak them I do feel them.
 Please protect my children, their friends and their teachers. 
Please protect the administrators and the school. Keep my children alert and focused. May they have a successful year. 
May they find favor with You and with their peers and teachers.
 May they develop a love of learning. 
May they grow BFF's and relationships that will last a lifetime.
 Father, may they stop a bully and may they not be bullied or be the bully. 
May they value life and people no matter who they are or what their views are.
 May my kids be examples to others about faith, love, hope, and clean fun.
 May gossip, and negative trends not be part of their lives and if they are then show them how to address them and teach them how to deal with issues that arise. 
Father, I know You hear me and I know You understand.
 You have a Son too. 
And You hurt when He hurts. 
You know my heart, my concerns, my fears.
 You know my kids and You love them more than I ever could. 
So please forgive me if relinquishing control to You is hard but thank You for loving me despite of it.
I love You, Jesus!
Thank You for watching over my kids.
Thank You for taking care of my heart.

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