Lead me, Lord.

Saviour I come
Quiet my soul, remember
Redemption's hill
Where Your blood was spilled
For my ransom
Everything I once held dear
I count it all as loss

Lead me to the cross
Where Your love poured out
Bring me to my knees
Lord I lay me down
Rid me of myself
I belong to You
Lead me, lead me to the cross

You were as I
Tempted and trialled
You are
The word became flesh
Bore my sin and death
Now you're risen

To your heart
To your heart
Lead me to your heart
Lead me to your heart

25, the magic number that I see from Mon-Fri.
It's been a challenging week with the 25,
of getting feedback of concerned parents of the 25,
of finding out that half of the parents' support group
are volunteer parents of some of the 25
(I'm trying to see this in a positive light),
of coming to know that one of the 25
might have a life-threatening illness
which I am praying against,
and of course, teaching and disciplining the 25.

Lead me, Lord.
Take away the anxiety and the worry and
give me the strength which I desperately need.

I am thankful that like a light in the darkness,
my boy's mum, who happens to be a former teacher,
gave me encouragement and useful advice to handle the 25.
Something which hardly ever comes up without the usual:
"How's my child today?" conversations with parents of my kids.
She even offered an extra helping hand,
daily even, if needed.

I am also thankful for the prayer and sharing we had at Bats on Wednesday.
Thankful for brothers and sisters who gather to learn, share, encourage and pray.

Help me to keep my resolutions Lord.
Lead me to the cross.