How I got here & truth about here

The other day I got an email from a college student that my former mentor is now mentoring. She wanted to know how I became a journalist. I was honored. I’d given advice here and there before, but had never sat down and thought through the practical things I did to help my career along.

I’m the first to admit, it’s mainly by God’s grace that I am where I am today. Also, where I am is not glamorous. It’s hard work and I’m still and always will be striving for more and better goals.

But here’s what I told that student. Maybe it can be of help to someone else.  Continue reading “How I got here & truth about here”

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We’re not all called to that

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I read a blog the other day. It was about a mom who left her job to become a stay-at-home mom. I was blown away by how giving she was. I find the ladies who leave high-power or even just personally rewarding careers to focus on raising their family and having the most influence on their kids to be inspirational and incredible. Those who have that calling truly are heroes.

However, this article went on to imply that a mom who desires to work outside of her home, at the very least, should consider her reasons for it. Is it to help her family financially, or is it because she doesn’t find fulfillment in being a stay-at-home-mom? If it’s the latter, she should consider if she is making a selfish choice.

This was the overarching theme of the blog.

My brain and heart and stomach and everything inside me started to churn. My first thought was that I must be more sinful and selfish than I ever thought. Continue reading “We’re not all called to that”

Dear Southern Baptist: Celebrate diversity

Column originally published in Western Recorder – www.westernrecorder.org

diversityIn a column I wrote after my first Southern Baptist Convention, I said, “The beauty (and effectiveness) of Southern Baptists is their diversity.” I was amazed that so many different personalities comprised this group of evangelicals known as the Southern Baptists.

However, I have not always prized diversity. As one of the only half-black girls in the predominately white school, church and extended family I grew up in, I hated being different. Although my skin was light enough to be often mistaken for “white,” my dark, unruly, texturized curls were like a siren on my head, showing that I was different. I hated them. It wasn’t until recently that I’ve come to embrace it. Continue reading “Dear Southern Baptist: Celebrate diversity”