My Social Work Life: It’s Not About You

There is so much going on in the world right now. Facebook exploding with news articles, opinions, and a whole lot of fear.

Lately, I have been feeling a little bitter sweet about being a social worker. It’s a hard job. Trying to encourage your foster parents to hang in there when a kid is driving them crazy, is tough. Lacking the right words to console them and ensure them, that they are not crazy for adopting. Truthfully, oftentimes I am at a loss for words. I feel a little helpless after I have given every educated answer I can think of. Oftentimes, my foster parents are thinking of giving up, but I wonder if they think about how we as case managers feel the same way? Some days I DO want to give up. Some days I want to lock myself in my room and turn off my phone.

Many of my closest friends are in the social work field. We are passionate, compassionate, and love working with people. Can I tell you, working with people is not easy. Being in a helping profession, where you are overworked and underpaid is not a glamorous life. In spite of that, I am convinced there is something that keeps social workers going; I think its the fact that we believe in serving the marginalized. We believe in finding forever homes for hurting and broken children. We do our best to offer consistency to a child and we do our best to support our foster parents. We are not expecting absolutely anything in return for this. It’s our job. Its what we are passionate about.

When you work in a profession that constantly reminds you to lay down your life to serve someone else, it’s hard to imagine turning your back on people in need. I have seen more people talk about the Veterans and the homelessness crisis this week than I have all year.

Not many people pay attention to the social services field…..but since we have your attention because of the refugee crisis, maybe you should check out your local DFPS location and do something generous for the CPS workers on the front lines trying to save kids from abuse, neglect, and homelessness. Maybe you should find your local foster and adoption agency and ask how you can support a foster family, trying to make a difference in a child’s life. Maybe your church small group can babysit some foster kids during a foster parent training. Did you know foster parents have to get 30 training hours per year? That is on top of all the other appointments, family visits, and court hearings a child(ren) in their home have.

If you want to support the refugee crisis, join legacy collective:

If you want to help DFPS, here is a list of their locations: 

IF you want to help some agency social workers, here is a great place to start:

It’s time to put your passionate heart to use, look around and start helping.


Faitth B

Reach Across the Aisle

I love to write. 

I’ve been avoiding it for quite some time. I feel like everyone is writing and stating their opinions about one thing or the other. Why do I even want to throw my words out there in the sea of other words?

BUT I can’t shake it.

There is something powerful about words. How they change and transform hearts or in some cases, tear them apart.

I am more aware of my words now as an adult. Right now, we are facing great turmoil in our country. And once again people around the world are uniting in solidarity with different countries who have experienced horrific acts of terror. We can use Facebook to state our opinions and get in debates about how things could have been prevented. We can debate about which tragedy was overlooked and not covered by the media. We could debate about IT ALL. But I am wondering what use is it to talk about what COULD happen or SHOULD of happened or what DIDN’T happen?

Right now, people are traumatized, grieving, and fearing for their lives. They are experiencing deep pain. Tragedy is tragedy. Its awful. To see innocent people dead because of an act of hatred is heartbreaking. Let me tell you, there is more hope and power in our unity than us being divided. We are more powerful together than we are a apart. If we can learn to stand united even when we do not agree, we will be stronger. 

Let’s choose to listen, instead of shout.

Choose compassion, over hate.

To love unconditionally.

Maybe we should reach across the “aisle” and join hands in solidarity, instead of focusing on what divides us. 

I refuse to accept the view that mankind is so tragically bound to the starless midnight of racism and war that the bright daybreak of peace and brotherhood can never become a reality… I believe that unarmed truth and unconditional love will have the final word. Martin Luther King, Jr.