Then I flashed back to 1990, a time when I was a "Big Sister" to a middle schooler without a mother. Every Wednesday for about 5 years I would wake up my napping children and go pick her up from school. We spent time together, cooked dinner together, went to church, then took her home after that. Sometimes it felt awkward. Unnatural. Unfruitful. A beautiful Christian woman who was a neighbor to this teenager gave me some great advice when I talked to her about it. She told me, "Satan wants you to feel that way. You keep doing what you are doing. Teenagers don't always respond the way you want them to." She was exactly right.
Whatever my group got out of our lesson Sunday morning, I cannot be discouraged - that's what Satan wants! Sunday was a great introduction to group prayer of spontaneous thanks for the girls. It was an attempt to build community and caring among young women that believe. It was a little seed planted in their hearts and minds. I'm reminded that is what I'm here to do - plant seeds.
This little LIGHT of mine, I'm gonna let it SHINE!