We have all been there.
I’ve been there a million times, but one incident, in particular, stands out. It’s how I ended up in Dallas/Fort Worth.
At the tender age of twenty-one, I had my Bachelor’s degree in journalism in one hand and my dreams in the other. Fresh out college and ready to go, I papered Kansas City and Topeka with resumes and demo tapes, all to no avail. I couldn’t understand it. I had spent an entire summer working on camera as a news reporter at the NBC affiliate in Topeka. I had spent over a year as a news personality on our highly acclaimed college radio station. I had believed with all my heart that God had opened doors and paved trails up to this point so that I could work in radio.
Where was God now? Why wouldn’t He speak?
No doors were opening. In fact, neither my degree nor my experience seemed to warrant a return phone call.
Then finally, a crack. KBEQ in Kansas City was looking for a promotions assistant that would, along with several administrative duties, load and unload the promotional van. It paid $16K a year, approximately $11K less than I was currently making at my until-I-can-get-my-dream-job job, and I went for it.
With my broken heart and my tail between my legs, I did what I believed God was telling me to do and drove down to the DFW area so I could, gulp, move in with my parents and figure my life out. (more…)