This week while Dr. Bengtson is continuing to recover from a several week-long bout with pneumonia, her friend and author Jayme Hull, will be answering a question based on her newly released book, “Face To Face Discover How Mentoring Can Change Your Life.”
I know your book is about mentoring but how did your passion for mentoring begin?
Great question. When I arrived in NYC to become a Broadway star, I often felt about two inches tall and totally lost. Just a number in a huge crowd, surrounded by highly competitive people. Sure, I attended classes and knew a few people but I was not connected and certainly not plugged into a close community. [more]
Has there ever been a time when you felt betrayed by your body? Or perhaps when you felt it let you down? Have you ever been angry at your weaknesses? These last couple of weeks have left me feeling exactly that way.
I rarely get sick. In fact, I can’t recall the last time I had a cold or flu. I work around sick children all the time, and have a pretty strong immune system. [more]
Imagine with me for a moment that you travel in the car on a road trip. A few miles from home, a sputtering noise begins to sounds. Suddenly the car breaks down. You get out of the car but there is nothing you can do. You have to call a mechanic. When he shows up, he assesses the problem then cuts some wires and puts new ones in. After he finishes, you start the car and it works. You are now ready to go on your road trip. [more]
“Now I lay me down to sleep…”
“God is great, God is good, let us thank Him for our food…”
Those are a couple of the rote prayers many children are taught to pray as an introduction to prayer growing up.
But what I really love are the heartfelt prayers of little ones. When my children were young, we didn’t teach them the rote prayers, but rather taught them to pray from their heart. I was often tickled by the prayers of my youngest son. [more]
The early morning temperatures were frigid, enough to make me want to stay in bed. Yet I knew if there was anywhere I might sense His presence, where He might see me, it would be in His house.
I half-wondered if the tears would freeze on my cheeks as I drove the deserted roads alone that morning. Pulling my cape around my head and neck to block the wind, I hoped it might shield any onlookers from noticing my blotchy eyes and puffy cheeks as I skirted from the parking lot into the building.
I spotted her as I entered the sanctuary, but diverted my gaze. [more]