At Kindred Grace, we value the responsibility of older women to instruct and encourage the younger as expressed in Scripture, and believe that all women are an “older woman” to someone.
Natasha Metzler 5 Minute Read I was nineteen years old when I started pestering the Lord about wanting a mentor. Fresh out of college, having just moved to a new town, I was feeling alone and a bit hesitant in my walk with the Lord. I read Titus 2 and determined that what I needed was an older woman in…
Caroline Rose Sanders 7 Minute Read “Well they must be dumb.” The young, thin postal worker’s eyes bulge a little in the light of his computer screen. “They tried to send your letter to…Nebraska.” He turns again to me, lips pursed. “Aha,” I say, eyebrows raised. “Well, that’s not even close to Germany!” “Right?” We both laugh. My letter will be…
Callie Mitchell 6 Minute Read Speak to me inside of her. That was the word the Lord whispered into my heart the day I hit my knees in prayer for a friend. I had struggled in our relationship. We were in a Bible study together and it seemed that no matter how I tried to encourage her in her walk…
Jenni Marie 4 Minute Read I was surrounded by ladies yet had never felt so alone. The new girl, I assumed loneliness was my new normal. I never went back to that women’s ministry event. Instead, I chose aloneness. Making friends, being vulnerable, living in community felt too hard. Last week, I went back to the same women’s ministry as a guest…
Jeannie Pederson 6 Minute Read You will always hear me advocating for a real-life mentor: someone who knows you, who sees you on a regular basis, who can cheer you on in your struggles, and call you out on your sins. A mentorship is a relationship, and a good one takes time and trust to develop. I have been blessed…
Mandy J. Hoffman 6 Minute Read Her name was Lynne. She had shoulder-length, wavy hair that was a blend of red and brown hues which framed her soft, pale face and infectious smile. Her titles were many: pastor’s wife, mother, homeschool mama, Sunday school teacher, puppet team coach, friend, and more. But I called her Mama Hobbes. She was part of my life…
Katie 5 Minute Read “It’s so wonderful to see you! How are you?” We talked a mile a minute as we began to catch up. Old friends from our high school homeschool group, we hadn’t seen each other in years. We were so much the same, and yet so different. “What do you want to be doing?” she asked…
Katie 6 Minute Read “What are you going to do to change the world for God?” I blinked across the table at Ken Bevel, leading actor in the then soon be released movie “Courageous”. We were talking about the weather and where we were all from and then, all of a sudden, that question. Stunned, I scrambled for words, searching…
Elisabeth Allen 5 Minute Read Some women are born with a child-shaped hole in their hearts. The hole is meant for a child – or a lot of children – of their own. Why try to pretend it’s meant for anything else? In Becoming God’s True Woman, Dorothy Kelley Patterson writes: “If you are a woman, whether you are married…
Callie Mitchell 8 Minute Read “I just need some help.” This wasn’t the first time total and utter exhaustion had settled in. Being pregnant with number three made for many challenges while chasing a toddler and spending countless hours on the city bus getting my bigger one to school. “Can you call someone to come over?” my husband asked. My…
Susan Chrisman 4 Minute Read Many years ago, my husband was called to join the ministry staff of a church in a city new to us. The women in the church invited me to a ladies’ tea to welcome me and help me become acquainted with them. I was only twenty-three years old, so most of the women there were…
Danielle Carey 3 Minute Read I was eleven years old – bookish, imaginative, shy, average – when I met Bethany. I had outgrown any possible cuteness, but not yet grown into any possible maturity. Bethany was sixteen. She was beautiful, creative, ridiculously intelligent, and with an effortless poise that was never intimidating, only kind. Her bookshelves groaned under the weight…
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