Over the weekend, a friend told me she considered me her spiritual mentor. I was in shock. It certainly wasn’t the kind of revelation I expected over a plate of tacos at Qdoba. It was an inmates-have-taken-over-the-asylum moment. A thousand sarcastic comments ran through my head. I mean if I am considered the voice of reason in any situation, we have reached a strange turning point in my life. ME?! A mentor? A leader?
I am a believer and I feel that I have a pretty strong faith these days, but that certainly hasn’t always been the case. Even today, after the deliverance I received from my self-made pit, I sometimes struggle with doubt. It is still takes effort to internalize the good intentions of God towards me. I never thought “Spiritual Mentor” would be a descriptive phrase applied to me. How could someone like me be considered a mentor?
When the shock wore off, the realization hit me: someone is actually watching what I do. I’m a mom. I’m used to trying to set a good example, for kids and young adults. It felt really different to think that a contemporary would look to me for anything other than a joke or a gardening advice. Things just got real. It doesn’t matter if I think I am up for the task, I’m being called to it.
I’m not really keen on the term “spiritual mentor” though. To me, it conjures up visions of popular talk show hosts receiving advice about their aura or past lives from crystal laden gurus. That is not me. If I am going to accept this role and help my friend, I’m going all the way. I need to step up in a way I have never done before; and I’m not sure I’m up for the task, but apparently God does. Ultimately, His is the only opinion that counts. I guess it’s time to put on my big girl panties.
I can’t keep living on spiritual milk and wallowing in the shallow end of the pool. It’s time to move up to solid food and jump in the deep end (and mix metaphors while I’m at it). I have a responsibility to God and my friend.
This is definitely a time for complete honesty. I’m not perfect and I don’t have all the answers, but I am willing to walk alongside my friend and help whenever I can. Hopefully, my flaws will point her towards a stronger faith in God. It’s time to step up to the challenge.
I am a Christian, a wife, a mom, and a part-time basket case who wants to be a full time writer.