As soon as I entered Walmart I saw it – the Back to School section was fully stocked! I walked the aisles out of habit, not need, knowing that my daughters would soon shop for my granddaughters’ supplies. Then again out of habit, I began praying for their teachers. I don’t yet know the names of Adeline, Olivia, and Charlie’s teachers, but that doesn’t stop me from praying for them. These educators, the people whom God has selected to be in their lives, receive my support.

It’s been a while since I’ve taught, but I still remember the energy required for the job, the many hours spent outside of the classroom preparing lessons, and the daily personal goal of treating the children as though they were my own. Teaching is demanding and exhausting, but so rewarding. My heart’s cry is for all educators, not just the ones who have daily contact with my grandchildren, to be refreshed and ready for the challenges of their profession.

May the people who are impacting and training the next generation look to Jesus, the greatest Teacher, for the patience and wisdom to successfully impart knowledge and allow lasting learning to take place. And may they realize that their classes are made up of beautifully unique individuals who are dependent upon them for instruction, understanding, and direction. Educational consultant Larry Bell summed it up perfectly, “On your worst day, you are some child’s greatest hope.”

Ronny Michel can be reached at rmichel@rtconline.com.