My memories that surround my middle school years can be wrapped up in one word: awkward! I was always so worried about what others thought of me, so my goal was to hide behind my large, bang roll and blend in. True story: I even had a calendar and wrote down what I wore each day to make sure I didn’t wear my Calvin Klein sweatshirt too many times that month – as that might draw some negative attention.
I was put together on the outside, a mess on the inside, with the goal of leaving it all “as is.”
Then a high school girl paid me some attention that changed my life forever.
Her name was Sarah. I had been watching her in youth group on Sunday evenings for three years. She was always in the front with hands raised during worship. She would mingle around the room making friends with everyone. She had these stunning green eyes that seemed always filled with intense joy. There was something so different about her. And, I wanted to obtain what she had.
I remember her walking my way one day at youth group, with me looking around to see if I was standing by one of her friends. Realizing that she was coming for me, my insecurities starting screaming in my head.
“I’m working at the mall in the evenings this week and it’s really slow. Do you want to come and hang out with me so we can talk?” she said.
“Um … ok … I’ll ask my mom.” I said. My parents just also happened to be some of the youth leaders, who loved Sarah very much, so I pretty much knew their answer before even asking.
I was a ball of nerves that week as I entered this little store in the mall with every square inch covered in country clutter décor. I sat down behind the cash register with her and she said, “How are you doing, like really?”
For two hours we sat and just talked. It was something so special. She asked me deep questions with the expectation that I would give her the truth. She got out her Bible and gave me scriptures to encourage me. I walked away from that evening feeling a little less foggy about who I was.
For two years, we would get together and she would pour into me, and I would soak. Without the formal title, she became my mentor and I become her mentee. She helped me come out from behind that bang roll to find my confidence, to find myself.
When Sarah was 18, she passed away in a car accident. I wept for weeks. But I will never forget her funeral. Young ladies lined the front describing how she invested in them. In her short life, she had made a giant footprint. I am a life that was changed because of Sarah.
Mentorship changes the future of others! Here at Valley Bible Fellowship, we are giving you the opportunity to be a mentor or be connected with a mentor as a mentee.
It takes courage to be vulnerable and allow someone else to invest in your life, but the rewards can be endless.
So here we are, asking you directly, “Do you want to come hang out so that we can talk?” We want to connect you with an amazing mentor to guide you in discovering the woman God created you to be!
For more information, click HERE or visit www.VBFwomen.com/poised/ (Program is for women ages 18 and up.)
Let’s leave a legacy, together!