Two months ago, I asked God for a mentor. His response was one I didn’t expect. Start a mentoring program at your church.
I was torn. The idea was strong, but so was my understanding of my own shortfalls. I don’t have a lot of free time. I’m scattered. Loose. Willing, but not necessarily able all the time.
God said that was okay. God said He had able covered.
So I took a deep breath, and one Sunday after church, I shared my idea with our pastor’s wife, Linda. She lit up. Yes, she said. We should do this.
I hammered out a framework late one night when the girls were in bed. Linda and I met for lunch. Yes, she said again. You’re on the right track. She gave me a mentoring how-to book. I read it, and got overwhelmed.
I wanted this to be simple, I told my husband. So keep it simple, he said, and kissed my forehead.
Simple worked. Sign-up sheets went up at church. Names were collected. Surveys sent. Matched prayed for, and made.
Then another hurdle. Put together a training session. Lead it. I felt a little like Moses. Me God? I’m about as qualified as a snail.
I said something similar to Linda and to Jan, a pillar in our church’s women’s ministry. God will anoint you. Just watch. He’ll show up, said Jan.
Somehow, that was comforting. Anoint sounded foreign, but I knew what it meant to show up. I also know God does that. He shows up. And often, all I have to do is ask.
I asked. I prayed in tired, run-on sentences on Saturday night as I made labels and stuffed folders. It felt a little like my former job prepping for Board meetings, and suddenly, I woke up. I was gathering. Preparing. Listing and checking. Saving files and wrapping up all the details I could remember.
Give me the right words. Clear ideas.
And suddenly it was Sunday afternoon, and there they were. The names from the list turned into real live women, and I got excited. This was happening.
The next two hours were a blur. I spoke the things that had been in my heart – things that made sense to me in the context of mentoring and being mentored. I talked about Naomi and Ruth, and respect and expectations and willingness. Jan read a letter from Linda, who couldn’t be there. We all went into sugar bliss from the outpouring of homemade treats. I sat down with my own amazing mentor, and felt a light click on in both our spirits.
At the end, I watched two women talking and laughing in the parking lot. Around them, the late September wind was warm and dry, and every angle of the landscape reverberated orange and red and yellow.
I know it sounds weird to say, but I tangibly felt their happiness. It was as if the space itself around them was alive and full of connection.
It brings to mind the chorus from Channels Only, a ridiculously old hymn that comes to me sometimes, as songs from growing up in a small country church are apt to do.
But with all Thy wondrous power
moving through us
thou canst use us
every day and every hour.
This was never about me. This was about a group of women who all felt the same way I did, and simply needed a pair of hands and a voice to connect them. Channels only.
10 thoughts on “When God Asks for More”
As qualified as a snail? Please! I still think of words you’ve said that have taught me. My Blue Like Jazz book has coffee stains, crumpled pages and underlined sentences from reading it over and over learning about how genuine God is. You will be great!
Tegan, that makes me smile. I’ve lent my copy of that book out so many times. I LOVE how Miller shows us how God wants REAL people. Even really, really, snailish ones. 🙂
Oh my dear daughter, tears blur as I read of your willingness and faithfulness to serve in yet another capacity. I know how sparce your free time is yet you use it to spur one another on and encourage those dear hearts in your fellowship who are hungry for more, who want to glean from others’ life lessons. May each of you be blessed richly!
Thanks Mama 🙂 It feels so good to get back into other things besides baby land right now!
By the way, where does the little scary monster come from in the corner of my comment?
It’s because you’re probably commenting as a guest. If you uploaded a picture, you wouldn’t have to be the monster anymore. 🙂
Many blessings will come your way, Rachel for being faithful. God richly blesses those who are willing. You remind me of your mom, (BTW I like the monster! 🙂 )
That last comment was me, Carla Sveeggen. As always, technically challenged!
Thank you Carla – if only it were easier to be willing all the time! I’m glad God won this one.
Well done faithful and obedient servant of our Almighty God! You rock! This is so inspiring. Thank you for sharing it. God bless you!