THIS is what it's all about

I went to the first football game this season at our school.

As I see it, these are the highlights.

When JG is down on the sidelines, screaming with horrible cramps, as the medics are trying to find an illusive vein to IV in something to help with his dehydration, 6'5" 320 lb, TM takes off his helmet lays hands on him and prays with fevor right there in front of God, the players, and the stands full of fans.

When another boy is down on the field with a tail bone injury, and the players on the field take a knee, it is obvious to those of us in the stands that some player leads the whole team in prayer right there on the field. I look, and TM is on the sidelines. I later find out that it is another senior who took the initiative to lead, WM.

The grandparents who are raising their grandson cry when I tell them how I had prayed that God would make a way for him to attend this school again this year although there were health and financial issues in the way. And she kissed me on the cheek and said that she loved me.

And the boy who I have prayed for so much that I feel like he belongs to our family. We have invested a lot in him and love him dearly, although he sometimes he has a hard time loving himself. He is the one reason I am at the school. God has put me here for perhaps other reasons, but he needs us, and he needs to know that he is worth something and we believe in him. After the game, instead of rushing home or hanging out with the guys, he sought out my husband to sit and talk to for a long while about nothing really. They just hung out.