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You know what I adore? Mentorship.
I would rather spend my time teaching, investing and helping the development of another person than doing most things. I think about it now in my Writing class; in about an hour and a half I’ll be at Hosanna with the three incredible girls that I spend hours a week teaching and mentoring along with Mary Alexander, whom I am teaching how to run a small Bible Study and helping strengthen her Biblical foundation. (Mary just joined, she bakes. I love it.)
But it’s more than Hosanna. A lot of the youth tell me that they look up to me, and although I’m not sure I’ve ever done anything to earn that (because I’ve just been doing my own thing with God) but I can deal with it. And I’ve absentmindedly started investing in all of them, too. During prayer I’ll single some people out and lead them. Tell someone that they should be praying out loud and help them. Especially what’s been going on with Mike Anderson, helping him be ready for the gift of discernment I knew he was going to receive and now helping him to use it and trust it. Or last night, praying over Carlye. I wouldn’t start until Mike was there because I knew he had words that would matter a lot to her, and I had to help him get through a lot of Mike-junk before all the Amazing Godly smooth talk came out. Or Katelyn with tounges, and how Deanna has an incredibly tough gift of compassion that she needs help dealing with because she hurts so bad because of it. I meet these kids and I fall so amazingly in love with them and all of their potential and I will spend so much of myself teaching them and guiding them. Shepherding them. And it’s amazing what happens when the fruit from that is reaped.
Because let’s face it, last night was incredible. A 15 minute prayer sesh that turns into an hour and 10 minute war cry isn’t something we aren’t used to, but last night was special. Gifts were received and used. Prophecy was spouted and the tears flowing from everyone’s eyes were our major form of worship.
My middle name means "Harvest". I think names are WAY prophetic and that’s my testament to that. Because I will spend the rest of my Christian live sewing seeds and mentoring and helping harvest the fruit of the spirit. When I watch the kids be blessed by the things I’ve taught them, that’s my harvest and my food.
Namaste, grace.
I LOVE YOU.
Caitlyn Theresa.
(Pure one who harvests)
I would rather spend my time teaching, investing and helping the development of another person than doing most things. I think about it now in my Writing class; in about an hour and a half I’ll be at Hosanna with the three incredible girls that I spend hours a week teaching and mentoring along with Mary Alexander, whom I am teaching how to run a small Bible Study and helping strengthen her Biblical foundation. (Mary just joined, she bakes. I love it.)
But it’s more than Hosanna. A lot of the youth tell me that they look up to me, and although I’m not sure I’ve ever done anything to earn that (because I’ve just been doing my own thing with God) but I can deal with it. And I’ve absentmindedly started investing in all of them, too. During prayer I’ll single some people out and lead them. Tell someone that they should be praying out loud and help them. Especially what’s been going on with Mike Anderson, helping him be ready for the gift of discernment I knew he was going to receive and now helping him to use it and trust it. Or last night, praying over Carlye. I wouldn’t start until Mike was there because I knew he had words that would matter a lot to her, and I had to help him get through a lot of Mike-junk before all the Amazing Godly smooth talk came out. Or Katelyn with tounges, and how Deanna has an incredibly tough gift of compassion that she needs help dealing with because she hurts so bad because of it. I meet these kids and I fall so amazingly in love with them and all of their potential and I will spend so much of myself teaching them and guiding them. Shepherding them. And it’s amazing what happens when the fruit from that is reaped.
Because let’s face it, last night was incredible. A 15 minute prayer sesh that turns into an hour and 10 minute war cry isn’t something we aren’t used to, but last night was special. Gifts were received and used. Prophecy was spouted and the tears flowing from everyone’s eyes were our major form of worship.
My middle name means "Harvest". I think names are WAY prophetic and that’s my testament to that. Because I will spend the rest of my Christian live sewing seeds and mentoring and helping harvest the fruit of the spirit. When I watch the kids be blessed by the things I’ve taught them, that’s my harvest and my food.
Namaste, grace.
I LOVE YOU.
Caitlyn Theresa.
(Pure one who harvests)
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