Posts filed under: Mentoring

Speaking Truth, in Love and Grace

I know we’ve all been there. Where we’ve worried about someone. Felt disconcerted about some choices they were making. And we wrestled with whether we should say something. Wondering if...

The Importance of Sharing Our Stories

We hold tightly to our stories. Afraid to share their truths. Preferring to appear normal, to fit in, we end up hiding behind masks, feeling alone and disconnected. Unknown. We are...

The Beauty of Cross-Generational Relationships and Mentoring

Those who know me, know I am passionate about mentoring and cross-generational relationships. And not just because I feel called to foster younger women’s leadership and strengthen their faith, but...

With Love, Ruth and Naomi

The three widows were travelling down the dusty, dirt road. And suddenly, they stopped, and began to talk. And as they talked they began to weep, clinging to each other....

Rewriting A Legacy

His dark eyes glared, his face flushed, his breathing heavy. Agitated, he could barely sit still. A teacher had brought him to my office, because she had caught him fighting...

Running My Race, Straining Towards the Finish Line

Our first hand experiences and knowledge of the world has grown due to today’s greater capacity and efficiency in communication and travel. As a result, one could easily imagine that...

Books, An Invitation to Walk Through the Uncomfortable

I recently read on Twitter that a school district in the States has banned the book, To Kill a Mockingbird, from its reading list because it “makes people uncomfortable”. Of...

Remaining Silent, Until Speaking

I have a tough time remaining quiet. Even when I have resolved to remain silent, before I know it words can escape and be given life. One of my God...

Writing a Legacy with our Lives

As the child grew, he watched his parents. And through them he learned a lot about how to navigate life. Some of what he learned he kept when he became...

A Warm Cloak for a Winter Season

After facing persecution, he had been arrested and was now imprisoned. One can only imagine the sparse, bitter, reduced conditions of his existence. While in prison he wrote a letter...