The Power of a Podcast

attitudeofgratitudeLast November, I participated in my first ever podcast. I was excited and nervous and truly did not know what to expect. Will they only ask me questions about being a journalism teacher? What if they ask questions I don’t know the answers to? Will anyone really listen to this podcast? As I waited in the hallway, I said a prayer. I gave God my nerves and fear of the unknown, and after an hour-long conversation with three people covering everything from yearbooks to thank you notes, I walked out of that podcast with a huge smile on my heart. God is good.

I had no idea when that podcast would air, but today, my friend texted me with a screenshot. The podcast had finally been posted, and they titled it Being the Light! WOW!

Then, in the blurb by my picture, they wrote: “Angela St. Clair has the light we all wish we had. With gratitude, we present our newest episode with the adviser from Mater Dei High School. In this conversation, we discuss living in the present, being the light in the world and the importance of writing thank you notes.”

I had not even listened to the podcast yet, and tears filled my eyes. I was totally humbled and knew that God had heard my prayer that day back in November while I stood in the hallway. He had taken my anxiety and replaced it with His peace so that I could be a witness for Him through this podcast that was supposed to be about being a yearbook teacher.

I warn you, listening to this will take 30 minutes of your life, but I hope it will make you smile, increase your gratitude, and give you the courage to let your light shine!

Special thanks to Haley, Nelson, and Steve of the Herff Jones Yearbooks Mind the Gutter Podcast for providing this opportunity to me.

The everlasting presence of absence

When my Daddy left this world four years ago, he left a permanent scar on my heart, but I will not allow his absence on this Earth rob me of his everlasting presence in my life. Daddy’s spirit is with me every day; his love and guidance and kindness remain in each of us who still love and miss him.

Today, my brother, nephew, and I ate lunch at Ferrell’s, Daddy’s favorite, and then we played and visited for three hours at Linton beach. We ended the day at Daddy’s tree, the pine tree we planted three years ago when we buried his ashes on his land. It was a good day, and I think we’ve started a new tradition of honoring our Dad by being together and celebrating his presence, his spirit, which lives in each of us, especially in the heart of a three-year-old. I thank God each day for helping me through this journey of grief so that the weight of it does not suffocate me but pushes me to grow in His love.

a Journey interrupted

by Angela St.Clair

exhaustion envelops inspiration

motivates escape

wheezing interrupts prophetic, comforting lyrics of vinyl

stale air saturated with Pain hangs in the room

foreshadowing the end of choice

loss and brokenness fight to choke anger and confusion

just as gratitude invades and a longing for peace promises to conquer