"Teacher Licensing Prayer"
The Prayer of a Martha Pullen Bernina Licensing Student (Written anonymously at the Bernina Licensing Week)
Heavenly Father, I would like to thank you for providing a means for me to attend this licensing class. The week will soon be ending and I will be heading home.
Lord, help me to have enough room in my suitcase to get all my kits home. I know that I have enough clothes at home, so if I run out of suitcase room, well, the clothes I brought here don't fit anymore because of all the wonderful food they fed me. Give me the strength, Lord, to carry those overstuffed suitcases.
Bless me, Father, with the endurance to keep running the race of which 2 Timothy 4:7 speaks. Speaking of races, help me to walk on my treadmill daily and stick to the diet I will begin on Monday.
Give me rest, Lord, when I return home because I haven't slept much lately. I keep dreaming of gimp. And for some reason I have been up extra late mentally recalling the day while getting up extra early in anticipation of the new one you have placed before me.
Precious Lord, bless the teachers. I am sure we picked their brain as best we could. Renew their minds daily in all things. Help me to remember their instructions. And if you could help me decipher my notes, that would be good, also. Father, bless the spouses and families of the teachers - bless them for sharing the wives and mothers of the precious Martha Pullen Staff.
Bless Martha, Lord, for her generous and giving spirit. Thank you, Father, that she is so willing to share her talents, her gifts, her knowledge, her love. Let her prosper even more in all that she does. She has demonstrated in the flesh the virtuous woman that you describe in Proverbs 31.
Lastly, Lord, we all go our separate ways soon, bless each new friend, each new relationship, and each new memory. Put a hedge of protection around each one that they would return home safe. You have called each one to minister your Word in some way. Let us be used to reach the lost. Thank you, Lord, for allowing me to hear my heart son. While the machine motor sings as I stitch each day, so, too, does my heart.
Father, when your trumpet sounds and we leave this place, please let me find each of my new friends before the throne as Revelation speaks. But should you tarry, I look forward to a new, updated curriculum in the future so we can assemble once again. Bless us as we blossom, Lord. In your holy name I pray. A-da-men.
(Note: the A-da-men is from Cecil's prayer that she sang one day for lunch. She is two and one half and love to pray before meals. She sang, "God our Fa-der, God our Fa-der, We give thanks, We give thanks, For our many blessings, For our many blessings, A-da-men. A-da-men.")