Way back in 2000, AD and I had just moved to the home we live in now. At that time, we were doing a lot of church hopping in an effort to try and figure out where to park it on Sunday’s.
To make a short story long, also at the time I was taking a seminary course on the Gospel of Luke from a friend of ours who is a professor of theology at one of the southern Christian colleges. The class was comprised of eight or ten young men hoping to become preachers. And me. Not hoping to become a preacher. I was just there in my never ending quest for knowledge and something fun to do. I know. Knowing that makes you want to party with me, doesn’t it?
One day, a particularly handsome young man with a terrific smile turned around and asked me where I attended church. He was the first and only of my classmates to acknowledge my presence. “You know,” I said, “That is a really good question.” And then I told him we had just moved to the area and that we weren’t settled anywhere. He invited me to his church where he was the youth minister and several Sunday’s later, we went. At the time, this was a church without a church. It was basically a bunch of folks meeting in an office building and that was wildly appealing to us because we are renegades and offbeat.
As we made our way to the door of the cafeteria where the believers assembled, I was greeted by a tall silver haired woman with piercing dark eyes. There was something about her presence that was all business but at the same time oozed a sense of fun and ornery. As she handed me a bulletin, she looked me in the eye and introduced herself. She had a charming west Texas accent. Her name was Glenna. She said she didn’t believe she had seen me before and asked about me. As we talked briefly, she blocked out the buzz and flurry that happens before a church service and focused completely on me. In the short space of time that we spoke, I knew that I had found a friend. I didn’t know yet that I had found a mentor.
Since that Sunday, Glenna has been my friend when I needed it, my mother when I needed it, my sister when I needed it, my babysitter when I needed it. She has brought me meals, she has prayed for me, she has cried for me, she has listened to me, she has defended me, she has comforted me and she has made me laugh. She has given me advice when I needed it and not given me advice when I needed it but didn’t want it. She has encouraged me when I needed it and she has called me out when I needed it. I don’t think I’ve ever asked something of her that she said no. Every woman needs a Glenna — a mentor, another woman to guide and nurture her in a way that girlfriends and mothers can’t.
I didn’t go looking for a mentor that day, but I sorely needed one.
A lot has happened since that day in 2000 and Glenna has been with me the whole way. Glenna and her husband Skip continue to mentor AD and me in so many ways – especially in our faith and in our parenting. But beyond that, they mentor us in the example of their lives. In their every day walking around lives, they are Christ to everyone they see, everywhere they go, every day. And that not only mentors us, it inspires us.
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Do you have a mentor? If so, how did that come about?