Thursday, December 11, 2008

A journalist is born...-Final

As we come to the close of a semester and the end of 2008, it impossible to not look backwards at all that has taken place. So many amazing and insane things have taken place in my own life that it is hard to not see how God's hand was so evident every step of the way.

The other day, in order to keep from studying for my finals, I decided to start writing my families Christmas newsletter. I pulled up the 2007 letter and took a look. It was laid out in a classic newspaper fashion with columns, photos, info boxes and headlines. I chuckled in delight as I read what I had written. "As writer and editor for this year's letter, I have chosen to document our family's year in a journalistic style. I interviewed each member of the family by simply asking, "If you could describe this year in what word, what would it be?"" I went on to say that my college career path and future were relatively uncertain.

Looking at this letter and many other instances along the way, I realized that I have always had a journalism inclination all along. I have an inquisitive mind. I love to ask questions! "What do you think about? What do you mean by? What do you think about?" Questions like these have been elemental to my life and repertoire for years now.

When I decided to come to California Baptist, I was originally a communications major. However, in looking at the class schedules I decided that I would rather write than take many more speech classes. So, I became a journalism major. I love the written word. It is clear and concise. I can paint pictures or destroy hopes and dream. I can inform and persuade. I can question and I can answer. This semester I have learned what it means to be a journalist. I realized that God has given me a talent for writing and a joy to do it (although not all the time). I look forward to being able to probe and question the thoughts and lives of the people around me next semester as well as offer some of my own insights.

I guess I just needed to see myself for what I really was...a journalist all along.