The journey to a computer science degree as a Black woman and mother of two while working full-time was challenging and often discouraging.
But God.
When tears were shed, he wiped them away.
When time was short, he lengthened it.
When I hung my head, he lifted it.
When my heart failed, he sustained me.
1994 was my best year ever, at work and school. For work, I presented original research at a medical conference in Las Vegas comparing the efficacy of various commercial models of lung diagnostic equipment; the abstract was published in a medical journal. For school, I doubled up on my course load each term, got all A’s, and graduated in December.
To my amazement, only five years after God’s promise to me, two of my dreams had come true. With a college degree in hand (and a radical confidence in God’s faithfulness), it was time to pursue my third dream and finally get paid to think.
College Education Dream: Fulfilled in December 1994.
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A Speculative Memoir
In a 1989 journal entry, I poured out my dashed dreams to God. Those few precious moments became a watershed event in an unfolding narrative that began ten years before when I turned my back on God. Turning my back on God did many things, most of them sad, but foremost it made me forget who I was. But there was someone who never forgot. Someone who neve…