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Getting excited about Sidewalk Sunday School season?  Love the idea but don’t know where to start?  Well, this resource is a great place.  It’s a sample letter of what we send out when we are looking to start our program at a new site.  This letter is one that we use for a privately owned location.  These are a little different than a public space, because you have no legal rights to be there.  So…… a little extra work has to go into securing permissions.  This letter has worked really well for us in the past, but please just use it as a starting off point to get your wheels turning.  Your program is going to be unique to your community and church.  Once you get a good draft written up, then make sure you put it on official church letterhead.  Sign it with a REAL pen, and deliver it IN PERSON.  Don’t mail it.  Show up, (Sometimes I take along a balloon, cookies, coffee, etc) and meet the property manager.  Even if they aren’t there, they will know YOU were there because of your gift.  It makes them that much more likely to open your letter and read it.  FOLLOW UP the next day.  Don’t wait too long. They may forget about it.  Reach out while the gift/letter/visit is fresh in their mind.

Click here to download a sample letter/verbage to use:    inquiry letter

There is alot to get ready to get a ministry like this off the ground.  Don’t let that intimidate you.  If you would like a copy of my book to read, to help encourage and equip you, you can find that here: GO by Rachael Groll  In it you will find an entire SSS curriculum (like the one you are waiting for) as well as training tips and ideas.  You will also find the answers to many of the questions you are wondering, and see how God can and does work through this type of ministry.

Please, please, please reach out if you have any questions.  I am praying for you!


Be Blessed,

Pastor Rachael




Seeking Grace Calling



Friday Evening:

“As soon as I realized what it was, I hung up. I reported it to the scam site online. I get those calls all the time, I feel bad for people who fall for those scams.” Georgia explained over coffee after dinner.
Monday Morning:

“Dirty crooks. I told them where to go and I’m embarrassed to say that your grandmother would have rolled over in her grave if she heard the kind of language I was using in her kitchen. I don’t even own a computer, yet they think I’m going give them $99 to clean out some bacteria.”

“Papa. It’s a virus.” I explained. “Well I don’t care what they call it. They are just a bunch of dirty crooks.”

Monday Afternoon:

“I had to cancel my credit card. In all my years of pastoring, I’ve never seen my wife so furious. She threw the computer off the back deck into the bushes. I didn’t realize it was a scam. When I did, I hollered at them and told them I was calling the police. We argued for probably twenty minutes before I realized that I was not going to get my money back, and that my computer was probably a goner. I’m hoping our AV guy at the church can wipe it clean or something.”


I guess I probably should’ve been expecting it, but it still caught me off guard. “Nick,” from Microsoft called me to let me know I had a virus. After I explained that I had only Mac products, he back-peddled. I thought over the reactions I had witnessed over the past couple of days. Indifferent. Sinful. Furious. I knew my reaction needed to be different. “Can I ask you something, Nick?” I knew I was in danger of him hanging up on me any second, so I boldly asked him if he knew how much God loved him. Anticipating a negative reaction, I was surprised to hear him calmly say, “no.” I repeated myself. Again, anticipating him hanging up, I went on to share a very brief explanation of the gospel and God’s love for him, despite his current, well, not-so-desirable choice of profession. Much to my surprise, he asked me to explain. Within a few minutes, I was praying with Dev (his real name) to ask Jesus to be his personal Savior. He asked me how I knew these things, and I explained to him that it was God’s word. He told me that he lived in an area of the world where it was illegal to own a Bible. He asked if he could call me back the next day for another lesson. I agreed and told him I would be praying for him. We’ve had four phone calls now.

The reality is we all get these calls. Many time, from people living in areas that are completely unreached with the gospel. Take advantage of those moments. They don’t need screamed at. They need to know the source of hope for their desperate lives. Compassion, reaching the unreached, is the call of every follower of Christ. Our compassion and love is because of who God is, not who they are. My challenge to you: next time you get one of these phone calls, use it as an opportunity to share the gospel with someone who may not have ever heard it before.
Be Blessed,

Dwell Secure


Proverbs 1:33 but whoever listens to me will dwell secure and will be at ease, without dread of disaster.

Have you ever had a moment where you were paralyzed by fear? I have. I was sitting in front of the post office, trying to will myself to move. In my lap were 50 letters, stamped and ready to go, yet I couldn’t quite make myself place them in the mailbox. My daughter, not used to seeing me respond this way, quickly piped up. “Mom, just place the letters in the mailbox. You won’t get trampled by an elephant.” Her voice shook me back to reality and I quickly prayed a desperate prayer. “Help, Lord.” As I placed the letters where they needed to be, I felt my hands shaking. These were no ordinary letters. No, these were support letters, describing a calling I felt to travel to Africa for an upcoming missions trip. Essentially, sending out those support letters represented my obedience to committing to traveling on this trip. I reasoned, in that parking lot, that if I sent out the letters, I would receive some donations. And if I received donations, I would have to go. And if I went, I was going to either be eaten by a lion, trampled by an elephant, or captured by natives. The fears, although not rational, were enough to keep me up at night. Yet, God had put in my spirit that He wanted me to go. I was used to God telling me to do things. Most of the time, they weren’t things that scared me. They might make me a little nervous our uncomfortable, but up until this point, God had never told me to do something that terrified me. But this time, God kept pushing my heart in such a way that I could think of little else.
As I faced that mailbox, my fear didn’t leave. But, there is a very important piece that started me on a journey to becoming wise. I was obedient, despite my fear. Since that time in my life, I have learned what it means to be obedient to God. Regardless of what things look like in the physical, I have learned that God sees in the spiritual.
As we set out to study Proverbs, I think it is so important to consider a few things. Proverbs is a book about wisdom. Wisdom is not the same as knowledge. Yes, as we acquire knowledge, we do tend to become more wise. But Biblical wisdom is actually about obedience. As we learn who God is, through our obedience, through our relationship, through His faithfulness, we start to gain a confidence in Him. As we pursue Him, something radical starts to happen within our hearts. Fear of the Lord replaces fear of the world. In our first chapter of Proverbs we are introduced to what almost seems like the motto for the book. “The fear of the Lord.” The Hebrew word for fear can be translated also to mean great wonder or awe. Have you ever stood in awe of anything? For me, on that very missions trip, I stood in awe as I looked out over the Great Rift Valley. It was the most beautiful thing I had every laid my eyes on, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away from it. I found myself leaning in, over the peeling white railing, drawn in to this miraculous and breath taking view. That awe is similar to what I think of when I hear the words “fear of the Lord.” Not so much the shrinking back in fear, but more of the leaning in feeling of awe. When you know the Lord, really KNOW him, He draws you in. You can’t look away, you can only stare and lean in because you want to experience more of Him. When you find that place in your relationship with God, the place that comes from knowing and loving Him, the obedience part becomes second nature. You almost don’t even think about it, you just arrive in this place where you wholeheartedly trust Him because you are confident in Him. I have learned over time that there is no safer place to be than right where God wants you. I suspect it may be the same for you once you lean in, in awe of the one who made you. As we start this journey of discovering Proverbs together, my prayer is that you develop the kind of relationship with God that allows you, to dwell secure.

Proverbs 1:33 but whoever listens to me will dwell secure and will be at ease, without dread of disaster.


Things to Consider:

What times in your life have you been paralyzed with fear?

If you haven’t been paralyzed, have there been things in your life that you have not done because you were afraid?

How would your life be different if you started listening to God, no matter what?

What is an area of your life that you are not currently being obedient in? How can you start, today, moving towards obedience in that area?

Take some time to pray through these areas of obedience and fear. Ask God to help you to “dwell secure.”



It’s time again for a lent challenge. Every year we focus in on one book to read as we prepare our hearts in the weeks leading up to Easter. This year, the Lord has been directing me to continually seek wisdom. I have been studying King Hezekiah lately. If you don’t remember who he is, check out his story in 2 Kings 18–20, Isaiah 36–39, and 2 Chronicles 29–32. When King Hezi, as I affectionately call him, was seeking God’s wisdom, he copied the proverbs of Solomon. So, even though it is different than what we normally do, this is what I sense the Lord is calling us to do this year.  We are going to write out each of the Proverbs.

Lent officially begins on Valentine’s Day this year.

Don’t you LOVE it?

We will begin on Valentines, and work through one Proverb a day throughout the week. Saturday will be a catch up day, and Sunday will be a day of rest. If you have never written the Word before, this is a great time to start. What you will see is that things start to jump off the page in a fresh way. I also will be doing the color method of Bible study on each passage, but feel free to study in whatever way you are comfortable. The goal is to get the Word before you, off the page and into your heart. I will be doing some blog and social media posts so we can discuss together what God is doing. Feel free to share this challenge with your friends. Don’t stress too much about the hows and whats…… Grab an old notebook, or a fancy new one, whatever makes you happy. And prepare to #getwise


Blessings Friends,

Pastor Rachael



Push vs. Pull : Working with Kids from Hard Places


When doing any kind of Outreach Ministry to children, one thing that you typically experience is interactions with children that are “unchurched.” It’s the very reason we DO outreach. However, working with kids that come from traumatic backgrounds, as many of the children have had, can prove to be a challenge. There are some children who are in such a desperate need of love and attention that they soak up every single thing you have to offer. Then there are other children, who are the complete opposite. They will be belligerent, defiant, disrespectful, rude, etc. Your first instinct may be to expel them from the program as a form of “discipline.” This is where I am going to spend my time today, examining a little closer, this behavior of a child that makes your program hard to administer.

There are two schools of thought in this area. The first one we will examine is the typical punitive response. Usually, this is something like time out, exclusion, etc. For people that have little experience with “hard” children, this is typically the response we see. Now these people may genuinely love kids, have a lot of experience with kids, and not have any bad intentions. For children that have grown up in a loving, stable home, this type of discipline can be used as one of the tools in the “discipline” tool box. However, for kids that have not necessarily grown up in the most stable of homes, this type of discipline can prove to be detrimental.

To a child who has experienced rejection, it speaks rejection. To a child who has experienced abandonment, it speaks of abandon. To a child who has experienced chaos, it speaks confusion.

If a child has come to church, or to your Outreach site, then usually that is a result of being compelled to come to a ministry or event that has the goal of reaching out in love. But if that child is then rejected from that very thing held the promise of love, what is that child going to think? Pushing a child away communicates that their behavior determines your emotion towards them.

Children that come from hard places are often dealing with a heart that has been damaged somehow. They have learned that it is easier to start off with aggression and sometimes even ridiculous behaviors to push you away. Especially if you have somehow communicated love or acceptance to them. It scares them, they almost don’t know what to do with it. In their mind, it is easier to push you away then for them to risk letting you in and being hurt by you later. We see this in kids that have experienced loss. Kids in foster care, kids that have lost a parent, or kids that have learned to live without the presensce of a stable parent, will often act out this way.

However, if a child is acting this way in the middle of your service or event, it obviously can derail the event. Are you supposed to ignore the behavior and hope it goes away?

I would like to suggest an alternative. This is the second school of thought that I personally use when dealing with kids from hard places. Instead of pushing a hard kid away, I draw them closer. Instead of a “time out” use a “time in.” For that disruptive child, I will often take them aside, sit with them, spend time with them, and then visit or connect with them throughout the week. This one on one time does not necessarily have to be long. However, intentionally seeking out a relationship with a child does two things:
1. It teaches them that you sincerely care about them. This is something that many street kids don’t understand: the legitimate concern of an adult that wants nothing from them other than to help them and love them. Current research shows that 1 out of every 5 children are sexually abused. 1 out of 5! That means that if you have 20 kids sitting in front of you, 4 of them are sexually abused. And as is often the case with Outreach sites, many of these kids are sibling sets which means that it is probably higher than that. This has an impact on how kids understand and receive information. They have been taught that adults are not safe. They have learned to put up walls. Walls mean defiance.
2. It creates the foundation for relationship. Relationships are how you minister to the heart of a child. Rules without relationships often lead to rebellion. Relationships with kids, quickly, become the motivating factor for them to behave. Respect is earned only after trust is earned. Trust takes time.

The great thing about kids, even hurt and hard kids, is they don’t take a long time to come around. Once they realize you aren’t going anywhere, you are sincere, then you will see the real needs come out. The needs for love and acceptance and nurturing. When they realize they can get that from you, you will see an entirely different side of them. Things will not be perfect. This is a process. There will be days where you feel like you have made great strides, and other days where you will feel like your moving backwards. That’s ok. Press on. Your consistency, not just in showing up, but in loving and responding in love, will communicate to the child that their behavior DOES NOT determine your emotions towards them.

As ministers of the gospel of Jesus, it should be our highest priority, at all times, to communicate to children that they are loved beyond measure, regardless of what they do or who they are. On paper we may agree with that, but do our actions agree with that?

This morning I read these words from scripture that spoke to this very thing:

  1 Corinthians 4:20-21 For the Kingdom of God is not just a lot of talk; it is living by   God’s power. 21 Which do you choose? Should I come with a rod to punish you, or should I come with love and a gentle spirit?

There have been times in my life where I have been walking in rebellion. Maybe it looked different than yours. But how would you like to have been approached? Which one would have been more effective at getting to the root of the behavior or issue?

It is my sincere prayer that as you step out to minister to God’s kids, that you are empowered with the tools you need to be successful. Take some time this week to think about that “one kid” that we all have that could use some extra time and attention this week. Start by praying for that kid and look for an opportunity to have a “time in.” I will be praying for you as you do.


Be Blessed,


I will NEVER not see you

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This past week, I saw my dad at the gas station. I looked up and locked eyes with him, but he ignored me, pretended not to see me. As he pulled away, I felt a drop of pain added to the pile that I hid deep in my heart. Quickly pushing the thoughts of rejection away, I resigned to not think about it. But it spoke to that place in my heart that is raw from years of rejection by my father. As I went throughout the week, when that rawness would surface, I would quickly bury it under a pile of ice cream or social media.

Saturday morning came. It was my one day a week to sleep in. The kids had already been prepped….. there were breakfast bars on the counter and the tv remote was on the couch. No one was to wake mommy up before 7. Yet at 6AM, I woke up with a song on my heart. As I snuggled under my warm comforter, I heard the Lord whisper, “come away with me.” I thought about how tired I was and how comfortable I was. “Come away with me, ” I heard again. As I heard that beckoning, the still small voice was too loud to ignore.

Still sleepy, I meandered out to the couch and tiredly fell down onto it. As I sleepily laid there, half awake, I still had the same song on my heart. So, I pulled up the song on youtube and sang along. I found myself wondering if the song was based off of scripture.

The Lord prompted me to look up what that song was based on, and I found out it was Psalm 103. So I started to read Psalm 103. As I read, I suddenly was waken right up with a portion of that word. It was this verse that hit me:

Vs. 13 “The LORD is like a father to his children, tender and compassionate to those who fear him. For he knows how weak we are; he remembers we are only dust.” Psalms 103:13-14 NLT

Wow. It says the Lord is like a father. Immediately my mind went to the gas station. Then I heard the whisper,

                                                        ”I will NEVER not see you.”

Tears immediately came to my eyes. God woke me up early to tell me that He sees me. Even when my earthly father doesn’t.

As I kept reading through the Psalm, with blurry eyes and a softened heart, I came to this one:

“But the love of the LORD remains forever with those who fear him. His salvation extends to the children’s children” Psalms 103:17 NLT

                                                    “I love my grandchildren.”

God spoke directly that place I have as a mother…. a momma bears heart. The kind of love that God gives is one that knows you intimately, as He is the one who knows your innermost thoughts.

Even the ones you don’t want to speak out loud.

On Fridays, I cry.

On Fridays, I cry.

Saturday through Thursday, I pretend nothing is wrong. I put a smile on my face, I go about my day, I keep it together.

But on Fridays, after my husband goes to work and the kids are at school, I’m all alone. I start out thinking that this Friday might be different, that I won’t need to cry. But then I realize that there is this place in my heart that has been swelling all week. There’s a bit of a guard there, so if anything pricks it, the guard doesn’t let it in. That surfaces sometimes as disinterest or busyness. Or withdrawal. Don’t let that fool you, that’s to cover up what’s really going on. Inside, my mind is overwhelmed with just sadness. But if it’s not Friday, I don’t pause long enough to think about it.

But on Fridays, I think about it. I think about how much I miss her. I smell her sweatshirt that I have hidden in my closet in my bedroom. I look at her picture, and I hold it tight. I think about all the lost moments and the unsaid words. And I cry.

It’s been a little over three months since I lost my Nana. For all intents and purposes, my mother. She raised me when my own mother wouldn’t. She took me and loved me and called me her own. And now she’s gone.

So on Fridays, I cry.

So many people expect you to quickly pick up the broken pieces of your heart after you lose someone. There seems to be an acceptable time of grieving, to be sad, and then it’s time to move on. Except that’s not how grief works. It’s like being at the ocean, only you have no idea when the next wave is coming. At first, they are quick and crashing and close together. Until they aren’t. Then, when you think the water is calm, and you can breathe a little, you get slammed with a wave so huge you get knocked down. And it takes you a couple minutes to catch your breath.

So on Fridays, I cry.

I wish there was a timeline. Some way to mark my calendar and plan ahead so I knew to be alone, or carry tissues, or to at least prepare myself. But instead there are faint warnings that come in the form of my daughter giving me a look that reminds me so much of her. Or a box that had been unopened but holds something of hers. Or a piece of clothing that I forgot she gave me. Or a book, unread, that was a birthday gift from her. Some days, those things don’t bother me. In fact, they remind me of her and they make me happy to have those memories to hold close to my heart. In those moments I love to share stories or recipes or habits that I picked up over the years. But then there are the other days. The days that, out of nowhere, there is a feeling of being pressed down so hard and so quick that you feel the wind being sucked right out of you.

So on Fridays, I cry.

I don’t think it will be like this forever. I think eventually, Fridays will be happy again. Eventually I will be able to think about her and smile instead of cry. Just not today. Today is Friday. And today, I’m going to cry.

Let me ask you a question…..


Let me ask you a question….. Do you wholeheartedly believe that God likes you? (I don’t mean LOVES you….because theologically God can’t do otherwise… He IS love)….. And not when you clean yourself up, or go to church, or eliminate traces of ugliness, but right now. In this moment. Right Here. Today. With all your faults and weaknesses and shortcomings and failures. He LIKES you! A lot! Luke 1:78-79 says “because of the tender mercy of our God, by which the rising sun will come to us from heaven to shine on those living in darkness and in the shadow of death, to guide our feet into the path of peace.” Have you ever lived in a place of darkness? I have. This verse talks about how when we are dwelling, living in that dark place, God’s compassion comes into that darkness, like the dawn, to shine light into the dark places and guide us back onto the road. I am so incredibly thankful for that. The realization that God is Just, but still offers mercy, brings me to tears. It is BECAUSE He is Just, that we can see how rich His compassion is towards us. He sees our weakness. He knows that thing that we do that we hide from everyone else. He remembers that we are mere dust. Yet, like a father who tends to His children, He tenderly and compassionately draws us to Himself. How can you resist that kind of love?

What if……



What if…..

What if today is the day that God is planning on using you to do something incredible?
What if today is the day that your miracle is coming?
What if today is the day that all the things you have been working for are falling into place, and all you have to do is show up?
And what if today is the day you decide to give up? To speak death instead of life.

Doubt. Fear. Chaos. Ignorance.

The decision is yours. Walk in obedience, or chain yourself with your own words.

An expectant heart faces the day, despite what it looks like, and claims the victory that is already theirs.

A doubting heart looks at the day, and sees it with their own eyes instead of God’s.

Which one are you? The reality is, you have more control than you think you do. You could be the only thing standing in the way between God and your miracle. The missing links?

Faith. Expectation. Believing God when He makes a promise.

There is power in your words. Your attitude. Your thoughts.


It could be the greatest act of war that wins the battle.


Lessons from the Laundry Pile

It’s gone.  I lost it.  Yes, it is thinning.  The color is faded.  There is a jelly stain on the left shoulder.  There is even a small hole where I snagged it on the raspberry bush that I was trying to plant at dusk that one day when it was warm and everyone was in bed.  The hem is unraveling.  But I still kept it. And now it’s gone.  It’s official: I lost my super mommy cape in the laundry pile.

That laundry pile has a mind of its own.  It has become my nemesis.  My husband bought me two shiny new red weapons to fight the monster, but that was only a temporary fix.  Now I have to fight the monster just to get to the weapons!  It seems to grow every day.  The very sight of it conjures up thoughts of defeat, and surrender follows soon thereafter.  I have tried attacking it with coffee.  That works for a day or so, but then it comes back.

A good friend of mine once said that doing laundry was a lot like stringing beads on a string with no knot on the end.  I must have an extra long string.

As I looked at that pile today, I realize that there is no one else in this house of five that is able to do the laundry.  My husband works long hours so the task rests on my shoulders.  Sometimes this causes resentment.  But today it’s a blessing.  I am the mom.  I am not a perfect mom, but I am THEIR mom.  As I start the never-ending chore, I realize that I am not just doing the laundry, but I am loving my family by serving them.  Muddy socks are from the cold day that we ran from the deck to the trampoline.  Tiny wet panties are from potty training.  The smock with paint on it is from an art project we did to decorate our windows.  A t-shirt with watermelon juice on it is from a picnic lunch in the park.  As I realize this, I reminisce over all the moments this dirty laundry represents.  They are parts of my day that I would not trade for anything.  They are the moments that I have gotten to experience with my kids.

When I was a young mom with only one child, it was very easy to keep up the appearance of the perfect house, the perfect career, the perfect mom, the perfect social calendar.  With two kids, it was a little more challenging but still manageable.  With three, it’s a losing battle.  My house is not dirty by any means, but on a typical day, it is a mess.  There are markers and Play-Doh on the table.  There are blankets and Barbies on the floor.  There are crumbs and sticky spots on the counters.  But there is music in the air.  There is laughter, and love, and happy moments.  Moments with my kids that I will NEVER get back.  Moments to teach them about baby birds, and baking, and mixing paint to make new colors.  My house might not be cleaned up everyday until 9:00 at night, but if you come over during the day, you will feel welcome.  You will feel connected.  You will feel accepted.  I have learned that I am not Super Mom.  Now instead of trying to do everything, I try to do the important things.  For me, that means spending the time that I can with the ones that I love most- teaching, growing, learning together.  You can always expect me to be blowing bubbles or coloring with my kids while they are still little.  You can expect to come over and step over the piles of toys, brush the markers aside, and join me for some coffee and homemade banana bread.  You can expect that I will have time for you.  I won’t even care if you forget your cape.  Just don’t expect the laundry to be done.