A few months ago, I signed up to host a group of ladies at my home – whoever wanted to come – to watch videos and build community together.

A few registered and I started planning.

As Saturday approached, one by one, people cancelled. There were a few “maybes” left, but that was it.

Everyone had really good reasons – and I was not upset at one person – promise.

But there was this little voice inside me that kept whispering…

• Did they know I had a sink full of dirty dishes?
• Did they know that I would probably be serving things that I just popped straight from the freezer into the oven?
• Did they know that I would not have a super cute table set up with a handmade banner?

Mom made me feel better – she told me that we’d just watch the videos together and go to a local vintage market together the next day.

As we sat together and watched “Discovering and Becoming a Mentor”, I was filled with thankfulness. With a house full of people, I may not have been quiet enough to listen to what was really being said.

“Mentors are like anchors, they keep us anchored when things get rough.”

I soaked in every word and relaxed into my chair.

Sally Clarkson spoke about telling future generations of His faithfulness.

And I was stunned. There I was, sitting in the presence of my own mentor.

If I had a houseful of people, I would have been running around like Martha, trying to please everyone.

And there I was. Forced to sit quietly in thankfulness, in the presence of my mentor.

Once again, He knew what I needed.