Have you ever had a formal mentor?
Someone who would sit down with you regularly, to talk about things that matter?
Someone who wants to know your life’s priorities and to help you keep them?
Someone who asks under-the-surface questions and gives thoughtful homework and puts you on their lifelong prayer list?
Someone who makes you think about your calling and write out a Personal Vision Statement and cheers for you?
I have never had a formal someone like that. But I have loved being that someone to A. this past year.
I met A. three years ago here in my home, when she came for a soup supper. I had invited some local college girls who were interested in missions and I liked A. right off; not because she is so darn cute, but because she was the only non-American.
A few months later, A. came over for a private conversation and I learned some of her heartache. I had no advice for her, only prayer with much admiration and compassion. From that day on, I have felt privileged to know her and to hold her story in my heart.
I was gone for almost two years and we did not keep in touch, but shortly after we’d moved home from Ireland, A. and I ‘happened’ to meet again at a college dinner.
While in Ireland I had attended a clinic on “Mentoring: Helping Others Grow.” During the course, I had thought about mentoring A., so it made me happy to see her again. But at that dinner I didn’t have the courage to say anything.
Some months later, we met again, and I awkwardly began telling her about the mentoring course. One thing led to another and soon we were talking about when and where and how often we could meet. And so we did. It was a wonderful experience for me, mentoring and loving A.
Last week A. graduated from college. Now she is gone, and I’ve been thinking.
You know how I said I’d never had a formal mentor? Not in the way I learned at the mentoring workshop, it’s true. But everything I did with A., now I see, Someone does with me.
Someone sits down with me, to talk about things that matter.
Someone helps me keep my life’s priorities.
Someone asks me under-the-surface questions and gives me thoughtful homework and keeps me on His prayer list.
Someone makes me think about my calling and helped me write out a Personal Vision Statement and cheers for me.
A. was a delightful ‘mentoree’: teachable, authentic, committed, serious about growing spiritually, enjoying life, and pleasing God.
I want to be like her, as I continue to be mentored and loved by Jesus.
[If anyone is interested, here is my PVS: My purpose in life is to stay connected to Jesus and point others to Him, by writing, speaking, visiting, serving, loving – all for Jesus’ sake, strengthening, encouraging, comforting (1 Cor 14:3), and helping others to find God’s grace. (Heb 12:15)]