Everybody Is Podcasting

There has always been something inside me, an unmistakable pull, urging me to share, to speak, to lift others up. It feels like this calling was crafted just for me, unique to my journey. I’ve felt this pull in some of the most unlikely places. Years ago, when I felt called to run from shelter to shelter in Los Angeles, I didn’t have the luxury of Instagram or Facebook to measure my worth, to see what others were doing or how they were doing it. There were no glossy photos or influencers showing their version of success. There was only the raw, unfiltered reality of women—mostly mothers—struggling with homelessness, and I knew my mission was to SHOUT. To Shine, Hope, Overcome, Use Your Power, and Take Charge.

At a SHOUT seminar, a woman living at the New Way Transitional Shelter raised her hand and said, “This presentation feels like a play.” I listened. I could have been thrown off by her comment, but I wasn’t. It wasn’t about me. It was about her. And it wasn’t about comparing my work or my mission to anyone else's, because there was no social media to compare myself to. No hashtags, no filters, no curated moments. It was just me, my faith, and the work that was right in front of me.

I didn't need validation from the outside world, because I knew deep down that my calling was true. I didn’t need to dress up and take a picture to show how “inspiring” I was. I prayed, alone, in the quiet spaces where the noise of the world couldn’t reach me. And then I moved. I took action.

And now, once again, I find myself on my knees, praying for guidance. I am praying because, once again, I feel called to step into a new space. But this time, I feel the weight of the world’s noise pressing in. Everybody is podcasting. It’s true. The space I’m entering is filled with voices—some powerful, some loud, some soft, some reaching for meaning in a sea of digital content. Everybody is doing everything.

I know the flood of information can be overwhelming. I know that there is a temptation to jump in, to add my voice to the mix, just because everyone else is. But this time, I feel a quiet, still voice within me telling me to pause. To pray. To listen. To only speak when I am led, when I feel the words are beautiful enough to share, when they carry the weight of meaning. That’s the space I want to inhabit—the space of quiet confidence, not frantic hustle.

And so, I write. I sit at my laptop, the soothing rhythm of my fingers on the keys, and I allow myself to be led by the spirit. This, too, is sacred work. The words flow, one after another, and when they feel just right, when they are wrapped in truth, beauty, and purpose, I’ll share them on the Creative Space Podcast. It won’t be to keep up with trends. It won’t be for likes or followers. It will be because I believe in the power of storytelling, in the power of sharing the things that matter—when they matter.

I will also revisit Loving America While It’s Out of Bounds: A Book of Essays For My Sons, and see which words from those pages are meant to be read aloud. I’ll share them with you when I feel they are ready, when the time is right.

It’s an honor to be able to share with you in this way. I don’t take it lightly. In a time when America is divided, when so much feels uncertain, I pray that my words bring light, peace, and a sense of purpose. I don’t have all the answers, but I know that through prayer and patience, I am guided. I trust that when I’m meant to share, I’ll do so with intention, love, and care.

Thank you for listening. Thank you for being here, in this moment, with me. God bless you in this difficult time in America.

With love,
MeMe