School Starts!


Dear Friends,
This past Sunday night (22-Aug) I heard Mr. Darryl Scott, father of Rachel Scott who died in the Columbine school massacre. He shared the powerful untold story of how God is bringing good out of tragedy. Because Rachel’s funeral service was carried live on CNN thousands of young people have come to Christ through the testimony of her willingness to face a gun and die for Christ. He has received several letters and the testimonies are still coming in. Is our God awesome or what? Is He not able to do the impossible when we think only Satan is working? Our youth and children face the most exciting time in history when it comes to the Kingdom of God. He is doing something that none of us could have ever dreamed by His Holy Spirit in the world through our children. Are we ready to receive His Spirit to do what He has ordained for a “time such as this?” Are we teaching our children and praying for the will of God in their lives to be fulfilled? Each has a destiny in the Lord’s work and we have a great opportunity to see it happen. I pray you will take the challenge to be sold out and radical for Jesus. (SOAR!) Have a great school year.

If Darryl Scott is in your area to share the story try to see him.

I’m sharing a prayer I received through MOMS IN TOUCH.

God loves you and so do I!
Cathee Miles

We pray for the children
who give us sticky kisses,
who hop rocks and chase butterflies,
who stomp in puddles and ruin their new pants,
who sneak Popsicles before supper,
who erase holes in math workbooks,
who can never find their shoes.
And we pray for those
who stare at photographers from behind barbed wire,
who’ve never squeaked across the floor in new sneakers,
who’ve never “counted potatoes,”
who are born in places we wouldn’t be caught dead,
who never go to the circus,
who live in an X-rated world.
And pray for children
who bring us fistfuls of dandelions and sing off-key,
who have goldfish funerals, build card-table forts,
who slurp their cereal on purpose,
who get gum in their hair, put sugar in their milk,
who spit toothpaste all over the sink,
who hug us for no reason, who bless us each night.
And we pray for those
who never get dessert,
who watch their parents watch them die,
who have no safe blanket to drag behind,
who can’t find any bread to steal,
who don’t have any rooms to clean up,
whose pictures aren’t on anybody’s dresser,
whose monsters are real.
We pray for children
who spend all their allowance before Tuesday,
who throw tantrums in the grocery store
and pick at their food,
who like ghost stories,
who shove dirty clothes under the bed
and never rinse out the tub,
who get quarters from the tooth fairy,
who don’t like to be kissed in front of the car pool,
who squirm in church and scream in the phone,
whose tears we sometimes laugh at
and whose smiles can make us cry.
And we pray for those
whose nightmares come in the daytime,
who will eat anything,
who have never seen a dentist,
who aren’t spoiled by anybody,
who go to bed hungry and cry themselves to sleep,
and live and move, but have no being.
We pray for children
who want to be carried,
and for those who must.
For those we never give up on,
and for those who don’t have a chance.
For those we smother,
and for those who will grab the hand of anybody
kind enough to offer.