Mentoring Hearts, Not Perfection

That lovely spring evening was begging for a family outing — the kind in which you forget the budget and seize the moment to walk down to the local fro-yo place. But what began with most pure intentions for innocent family fun soon became a trip steeped in doubt over my value as a mentor and my potential as a mom.

As the wheels of the stroller rolled over the newly refurbished sidewalk, I couldn’t help but notice the names carved in the cement. They weren’t just any names. They were the names of “my girls” . . . girls that I poured my heart, soul, and time into mentoring over the last year.

These girls were my tribe, my people, my legacy. We did life together, as Paul describes in Thessalonians  2:8 (NIV), “Because we loved you so much, we were delighted to share with you not only the gospel of God but our lives as well.” It was my joy to share life with these darlings, living out the Gospel day to day, letting them into our family and overflowing whatever love I could pour out onto them.

I thought my investment of time would make a difference, hoping that when push came to shove in the face of peer pressure, they’d hear my words echo in their minds and make the right choices.

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