Happy Wednesday and Day 209 of Another 100 Days of Hannah ...and Counting, y'all!
I feel like I had a thought on what to blog about tonight… now, what was it?
Yeah, it’s not coming to me, so I guess I’ll just start writing again and see what happens.
Do y’all have mentors in your lives? You know, people who you can go to with the hard things for wisdom and encouragement?
If I’m honest, there have probably been several people over the years who have served in a mentor-like role for me – my undergrad piano teacher, my residency advisor, and my organ teacher to name a few. Out of these though, the one area that I feel like I’ve had the fewest mentors in is my faith.
Sure, there have been pastors and Sunday School teachers who have been there on Sundays, but there have been very few people in my life whom I feel comfortable actually going to with questions about this Christian walk.
Y’all, I’m no expert, but I’m pretty sure that’s not how it’s supposed to be. As the body of Christ, we are meant to be unified – to be a family – working together to build each other up into the fullness of Christ. Yet, so often, I feel like faith is something that is either kept quiet or left for Sunday morning’s.
Unfortunately, in most of my life, that disconnect is a barrier that I really don’t know how to breach. I’m not the most vulnerable person and quite honestly don’t want to have deep, meaningful conversations with just anyone, but yet, I feel guiltily responsible for any times that I have the opportunity for more depth, yet choose to remain in superficial conversation.
However, I can’t help but wonder if part of this fellowship, this community, is found in intentionality – simply setting aside time to dedicate to meaningful conversation, rather than simply hoping that sitting reactants in close proximity will create the desired products.
If that’s the case, well, y’all, I guess I’ve got work to do.
Catch y’all tomorrow,