This Work Matters

This post is a reprint of a previously published post. Enjoy and thanks for reading.

This work matters. It ebbs and it flows and it matters always.

This work flows in on the tears of a frustrated fifteen-year-old who is in a foster home unable to be with her nine-month-old son, who is in a different foster home, in a different county, wondering where his mommy is.

This work lingers in the hearts of everyone who believes that care is not a four-letter word, and hope cannot be packaged and delivered with scantrons and some sharpened number 2 pencils.

And it flows out on the silenced cries of so many teachers who know, in their hearts, that to secure a more hopeful future for the young people we serve we need to listen to what they have to say and advocate for them when they lack the voice.

This work matters.

This work matters because we cannot expect those who have the most power to lead, and we cannot expect those who are the most marginalized to blindly follow.