A Prayer for the Ones Who Carry Us
O Lord of the long road and the early morning,
we lift up to you the bus drivers.
The ones who rise before the sun and sit behind the wheel long after the rest of us have gone home. The ones who carry our children, our neighbors, our elders, our hurried and our weary from stop to stop and place to place.
Grant them steady hands and sure steering. May their eyes stay sharp, their reflexes quick, and their judgment clear—even in traffic, even in rain, even when a backseat full of second graders decides today is the day to test the limits of chaos.
Give them patience, Lord. The kind that runs deeper than a honking horn or a late parent or a broken AC on a humid afternoon. The kind that smiles anyway, waves anyway, shows up anyway.
Guide their minds like you guide their routes—faithfully and without fail. When the turns are tricky and the GPS freezes and the schedule gets tangled, be their sense of direction. Be their map. Be their calm.
Bless those who drive public school buses, private school buses, county and regional buses, and everything in between. The yellow ones, the blue ones, the ones with cracked seats and old radios, and the ones brand new but already running late.
May they know they are doing holy work,
even if no one says thank you.
Especially then.
Amen.
thank you! lots of folks in jobs like that, who we take for granted, and who need prayers like this one.