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A Teacher’s Back to School Perspective

Work with enthusiasm, as though you were working for the Lord rather than for people. (Ephesians‬ ‭6‬:‭7‬ ‭NLT‬‬)

We started the 2023-2024 school year. I’m humbled by this calling to be a light in our public schools and grateful for other teachers like me who are just trying to make a difference in the world. 

This week as I anticipated meeting new students and praying that God would use me, my creative side kicked in and the following poem was the result.

Please remember to pray for faculty and staff of public schools. We are under attack on so many levels, so it takes men and women of faith to stand up for what’s right and true. We absolutely want what is best for students, although some would argue we don’t do enough.

If your child walks through my classroom door, just know that I am going to love them unconditionally as my gracious God loves us. Thank you for your continued prayers.


‘Twas the night before school, and all through the halls not a spot could be seen on the floors or the walls.


The classrooms had all been decorated so well. The teachers were ready for the morning’s first bell.


And those teachers were nestled all snug in their beds while visions of summer still danced in their heads.


The students and parents were busy preparing the pencils and paper that they’d soon be sharing.


And while the building stood empty that last summer night, I couldn’t help but smile with sheer delight. 


For the warmth in my heart I was ready to share with a new group of students for whom I would care.


You see even in times when things get overwhelming, this calling is special and worth the retelling.


I know beyond doubt this job is worthwhile every time I see just one student smile.


The love of my Savior is so real indeed, and I’m able to share it with students in need.


So as we move into another school year, pray for peace, pray for blessings, pray for no doubt or fear.


Understand that your prayers are moving and carry us through the good times we love and those rough days, too.


And now for the words that seem just so right: Happy School Year to all and to all a good night!


© Jill Cook and Unbroken & Undone Ministries.  All rights reserved.

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