Guest Blog Posts

I held tight to my coffee mug as I listened intently to my new friend’s journey of loss. My heart ached for her. Like me, she was a young widow who had lost her husband to cancer. I desperately wanted to let go of my mug and hold her tight. In my season of loss, God embraced me with His love and comforting presence. He had sent people to help me through my valley of grief. As tears streamed down both our faces, I realized this was my opportunity to extend the same love and compassion that I had received from my Heavenly Father and Christian my sisters.

I firmly believe that within our midst is a younger generation growing into their roles within the church, but some are floundering for the lack of foundational basics. The Scriptures encourage the more seasoned members to rise up and take them under their leadership to guide them into maturity. This is the place where the two generations intersect at the junction called love.

“I have nothing to offer her.” This thought settled into my mind one dreary, Wednesday afternoon. Sitting in a busy, bustling coffee shop, I listened to a college student spill her heart about a difficult circumstance she was navigating with a friend. I had been mentoring her for months and knew she was feeling off that day. Her tense shoulders and furrowed brow told me she was deeply hurt, and in that moment, my mind went blank.