This happens to me quite often—in this realm of Christian and inspirational publishing. I read a lot of good stuff. I read a lot of scripture, sometimes sermons or other food for thought. And just when I catch on to a nugget, I get to put it into practice right away. I call it God’s sense of humor (and timing).

This week I’ve been working on a study guide for a book. The writer has a very practical style that has captured many people’s attention and helped us live better lives. In one particular passage, this author says whenever someone offends her (offend as in perhaps doesn’t speak or isn’t chatty, etc), she prays immediately for the person and basically keeps it moving. She realizes the “offense” may have nothing to do with her and she takes that person to God in prayer.

I was intrigued by that idea for several reasons, mainly because I’m trying to be more intentional about praying without ceasing—all day, every day about everything.

And then it happened—right in the middle of my day, I was offended (and I mainly work at home alone!). The potential offense put me in a sour mood—and you know it really could not be about me, but it still has me thinking over a few scenarios between me and this person. So instead of going off on the person (when this is not even appropriate) or bringing it up because I have a hunch (in a relationship that isn’t a priority), I’m up thinking about it. I’ve tried praying and turning it over to God as soon as the thoughts creep in my mind, but…

I’ve concluded that I apparently need some practice in this area! Some things may be turned over quicker than others while some things take time and repetition. So, I will practice what I preach and write and prompt others to do—I will keep at it! I vow to pray for this person specifically every time that thought or potential snub creeps into my mind. I won’t talk about it over and over, call up girlfriend after girlfriend and rehash it. I will release it—each time it crops up!

How do you handle offenses?


“…And we take captive every thought to make it obedient to Christ.” (2 Corinthians 10:5 B, NIV)

Proverbs 31 for January 31, 2017







If you’ve been following me for the past year, you probably know that I was extremely blessed to write a lot in 2016…like 4 books! That’s a lot. I dare say I probably couldn’t have written one more word. But this year—2017—I’m staring at my email awaiting more contracts, awaiting someone to say: “hey you, write for us, edit this.” And it’s slow. Very slow.

So what does a writer do during the “in between” times of projects? Read the work you’ve already written! I don’t always read one of my 4 books, but today, I reread the last chapter in my first book (Successful Moms of the Bible) because it was on Proverbs 31 and I started reading proverbs each day this month (and voila, we’re on January 31…it’s a neat study I do some months when I don’t have a devotional to guide my reading time; simply read the Proverbs that matches the date of the month…only in February will you need to read several in one day at the end to catch up; but no worries, I’ve learned to take the pressure off myself…I might miss one or two during my selected month, but since I do this several times a year, I’ll get back to that chapter I’m sure.)

So today, knowing it was January 31 and that I used the Proverbs 31 phenomenal woman as the subject of Chapter 10 in Moms, I read my own work as a part of my devotion. And, once again, the words I wrote spoke to me and my situation right now. Words have the amazing power of touching people right where they need it and when they need it. It reminds me why I’m grateful and thankful to be called a writer and to write to share God’s love and expound on God’s Word for people—it’s a special task and I don’t take it lightly—even when I’m frustrated and stalled and waiting…

What stood out to me today comes from Proverbs 31:30-31 (Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting; but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised. Honor her for all that her hands have done, and let her works bring her praise at the city gate.) To describe these verses, I wrote: When we as moms rely on God for wisdom and help, even when we might feel like sleeping in or quitting or escaping, we can be renewed. We can run like eagles and we can find renewed strength to keep on going one more day. We can personify Isaiah 40:31: “But those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.”

Where is your strength coming from today?

The skyline of my favorite city. I got back here in 1995...through a twist of events.

The skyline of my favorite city. I got back here in 1995…through a twist of events.


July 27, 1995… A day I don’t always think about, but one I will never forget.

I arrived at work at my usual time, 8:25 a.m., about 5 minutes before required. I typed in my password and received an error message. I tried again. Still an error. I called IT (or whatever the department was called back then). No answer, so I left a voice mail message.

I busied myself, filing a few papers and cleaning my desk. And then, around 9 a.m., I got a phone call. The office caller ID said Human Resources, yet the voice on the line was the Editor-in-Chief (EIC) whose office was nowhere near HR. She asked me to come down to HR. I thought it was odd, but I didn’t really piece it together until I walked past my boss’ office. The normal cheerful middle-manager with a seemingly stress-free job looked solemn as she talked to a few other editors.

Something was not right about this. This day was not going to be a regular day.

I greeted the EIC in the HR office and she got straight to the point.

“Katara, we are re-organizing. Your position is being eliminated.”

Uh? Eliminated? Is this a lay-off? I ask myself. How could it be? I am 24, smart, received great grades all of my life, and I even have a master’s degree—already. How can I not be a valuable part of any team?

“We have an enhanced severance…” she said as I tuned back in and immediately perked up.

While I was wondering how I could be laid off at such a young and promising age, my real angst was around the bills awaiting payment with my next paycheck—only 2 days away.

But the EIC gave me a check right then. It included my 2-week pay (and I didn’t have to come back to finish off the week), my vacation pay… And if I signed the agreement, I’d receive more money in the mail within a few days. I had no clue what enhanced severance meant, but I knew I would be able to pay my bills for at least a few weeks. I was able to breathe. But wow, how did this happen?

Throughout the next few weeks, I was filled with several emotions—including sadness, anger, amazement, etc.  I had already started looking for my next career move so I wasn’t grieving the actual loss of the job, but more so the loss of income.  I took advantage of the career training the company sponsored for us—and for the first time, I really thought about what I wanted to do and how I could get there rather than just searching through job postings. In the training class, I wrote my retirement speech, a great activity, and focused on what I wanted said about me—and as the great trainer mentioned, it had little to do with work and more to do with my impact on others. I didn’t need to just look for a job, I needed to look for a way to make an impact, to promote the issues I held near and dear to me. I needed a mission. Ahh, the stuff you don’t learn in a text book.

I remember taking down my braids, fearful they would stop me from getting a job. The trainer agreed even though my fellow laid off co-workers said I shouldn’t because they thought my braids were beautiful (It was perhaps the first time they had seen up close a black woman with braids and extensions). My best friend said her church was praying for me. My other bff hopped on a train from New York to Connecticut and tried to choose activities that didn’t require money. My J-school friend allowed me to room with her at the NABJ (National Association of Black Journalists) in nearby Philadelphia—because I could drive there and attend the big job fair for just a little money. My sister agreed to loan me money until the severance came through—and I recall holding the phone and receiving a knock on the door from the postman. My check had arrived; my sister could hold on to her money—until I needed it later. Then she and I watched the O.J. Simpson verdict while on the phone and screamed at our television sets when the verdict was read. I drove to Philly and had a great time, telling my college teacher (a former celebrated newscaster in New Orleans) I had been laid off. He looked at me as we danced at one of the great NABJ parties and said: “It happens to the best of us.”

I returned home and continued to apply to what felt like 100 jobs. I visited the library and searched through the papers. I even called the job I had turned down just a few months ago. I worked part-time for a focus group company, something I had interest in and loved. And I got to take home the leftover food we served participants—that’s really like money in a single, laid off girl’s pocket.

And, after a few weeks of desperation, I called a friend who knew Jet Magazine was hiring. The Editor there gave me her Fed Ex info and I sent my resume immediately. She later sent me a plane ticket to fly out for an interview. I met John H. Johnson at a large conference table. Within a few minutes, I was offered a job at a historical company for a historical publication. It wasn’t my dream job, but it was a job—at a celebrated institution—and I could see how my mission could be shaped by working there. And to top it off, Mr. Johnson said: “We put new hires up at the Hilton next door for 30 days.”

That was some compensation. I was running out of money and I’d get to stay in a really nice hotel for 30 days… And I’d be moved from my little studio apartment in Connecticut to my favorite city, Chicago. I felt as if I’d hit the jackpot.

And, I had survived. When I did my taxes in January, I realized I had made more money in 1995 than I had made in 1994. Whoa. How did that happen?

During this lay off and particularly during my fasting (a new spiritual discipline I picked up with the loss of my job), the message I heard in my head over and over as I prayed fervently was: You will learn to depend more fully on me. I had to learn to trust God in a new way. Money didn’t come every two weeks… It came in different ways (the food from the part-time job, the offering my church took up for me when I announced I was relocating, the nod from my landlord who told me there was no need to pay for the week I was staying past the lease date). Somehow, God had provided—and somehow I was okay. I was more than okay. I landed on my feet. I accepted a job I may never have and I learned a lot there. I worked hard. I made friends. I got to hear first-hand how Mr. Johnson built an institution. I learned to depend more fully on God.

It really does work together for good! (see Romans 8:28)



Weeping may endure in the night, but joy comes in the morning....this picture gives me hope!

Weeping may endure in the night, but joy comes in the morning….this picture gives me hope in busy times and troubling times.

Now we can’t spend hours and hours and hours sitting and reading the Bible each day, but we can spend hours and hours and hours talking to God throughout our day—even when it is wails and cries about the injustice in this world.


This has been one of my busiest seasons in life. It seems everything happens at the same time.

Within the past month I have:

Written the manuscript for my third book (Successful Leaders of the Bible, Hachette/FaithWords); I’ve had four months since turning in the second book in the series (Successful Women of the Bible—out August 23, 2016!), but I really am a deadline oriented person—so four months seems like forever. I did start on this book earlier than I did the second one because I am learning, but…

I Moved—well, let’s back up. On May 1, 2016, my husband and I walked into the home we thought would be perfect for us, made a bid (even though we were told there was one on the table), waited two days for it to be approved, and then started a pretty quick trek toward closing on June 10. In between that time, we had to pack up the condo we had lived in together for 8 years and still keep the condo looking presentable since it was on the market and needed to be ready to show in a 24-hour period. I hadn’t moved in a long time—and my last move was in the same building so I took stuff downstairs each day, making the move relatively easy. Well, this time things were different. I didn’t move as a single woman. I moved as a married woman with a 6-year-old child. Who knew a kid and a husband could pack on so much stuff. Nothing has been thrown out since Derrick moved in or since Kayla was born… Nothing! Not to mention, I had the luxury of keeping everything I wanted since my last move was just down stairs. Moving is no joke! Moving a family is really no joke. But we did it and we are thankful.

I Vacationed—because we didn’t plan when our dear cousins announced their wedding date that we’d be in the middle of a move and I’d be writing my third book. Life can surprise you like that. But, we wouldn’t have wanted to miss such a momentous occasion to share with our family—so we packed up and enjoyed the heat in Dominican Republic for five days—even as our boxes in our condo glared at us, wondering what we were thinking (oh, and they had to be neatly stacked boxes, because we just never know when the perfect buyer will walk through the door with our realtor, whether we are soaking up rays or not!).

Life—I’m not even going to list all of the other things going on: book signings (for Successful Moms of the Bible), end-of-school stuff for Kayla, new summer camp at a new school to adjust to, my business work (and I’m working on some fantastic stuff from amazing authors), Vacation Bible School (because I wanted Kayla to experience what is near and dear to my heart (Christian education!) and I’m working on curriculum and it helps to see it in action), etc.

But in the midst of this month (June and July), I’ve felt total peace. One second before I wanted to get upset with my husband (over some random move stuff), I stopped and realized I should look at this differently; I should consider his side, I should take into account all that he was doing and all of the work he had put into our move while getting used to his new job. Whoa, what was that? I was listening when I wanted to be upset. It had to be nothing but God’s spirit, guiding me and correcting me before I even opened my mouth. Imagine that! I wondered what had happened… And then I thought back to the hours and hours I had poured over scripture to finish that manuscript. Is that really what happens when you spend hours and hours in God’s Word, reflecting on the faith story of Bible characters as well as your own?

Oh yeah, that’s exactly what happens. Now we can’t spend hours and hours and hours sitting and reading the Bible each day (even I can’t—publishing is so much more than just sitting and writing), but we can spend hours and hours and hours talking to God throughout our day—even when it is wails and cries about the injustice in this world. It’s called prayer: Don’t worry about anything; instead, pray about everything. Tell God what you need, and thank him for all he has done.  (Philippians 4:6, NLT)


It’s what can keep you in perfect peace… I promise. I’m a witness.

You will keep in perfect peace
all who trust in you,
all whose thoughts are fixed on you! (Isaiah 26:3, NLT)

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Successful Leaders of the Bible comes out January 3, 2017. It is the third book in a series. Successful Moms of the Bible (available now) and Successful Women of the Bible (preorder now; available August 23, 2016) are also a part of the series.

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Katara Washington Patton is author of the Successful Bible Series (Hatchette/Faithwords, 2016). She also helps others publish their work through her company, Esteem Publishing and Consulting.


How’s your prayer life?

Why Publish With A Traditional House

Last week, I shared my reasons for self-publishing. I must admit, my thought process on this has evolved as quickly as the entire publishing world. I once thought self-published books looked cheap and were “less than,” but as my post from last week will show, that is definitely not the case these days (especially when authors invest in the product).

But, this week, I want to share the upside of going with a traditional publisher–the folks who are in this business and publish books each and every month.

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I’ve been on both sides of the publishing table…Well, it’s probably more accurate to say I’ve been on most sides of the big round table of publishing.

  • I am currently an author of a series published by a traditional house (Hatchette/FaithWords).
  • I was acquisitions director for children and family for 7 years at a traditional house (Tyndale).
  • I also worked in other capacities at houses that publish curriculum and some books  (Mcgraw-Hill Education and Urban Ministries, Inc/UMI)
  • And my company,,  has worked with some excellent writers to produce top quality books. Continue reading


My friend Clarence Waldron of CW Media and former senior editor at Jet Magazine tells the conference attendees what Maya Angelou taught him.


I got to sign books after my presentation. I ran out of books!


Now that my first book written under my own name has been released and I am fully immersed in the marketing phase, I hear even more people say: “I have a book, too” or “I want to write a book, too.”

And since helping people bring their publishing dreams to fruition is a part of the company I started ( back in 2013 and dedicated even more of my attention to the business when I left my full-time job in 2014 (correction, I left my full-time paying job; I work more than full time now that I have turned into a freelance writer, author and entrepreneur). So, my goals are to enjoy publishing my own work as well as to help others bring their great ideas into light. I have that goal written as part of my screen saver on my computer. It’s what I love doing and I am very happy I stumbled upon this calling (yes, another few blog posts on that one—or maybe even a book).

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This week my very first book (written under my name) was released! And in my more than 20-something years of publishing, I’ve learned just as much this week (or leading up to it) that I learned in journalism school and working in the industry combined (well, that’s a little of a stretch, but the essence of the point is definitely true. I know a lot of people have a book inside of them and want to know how to get it out. I hope my reflections will get you started—or help you keep going—or make you rethink things (lol).

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Happy New Year!





Happy New Year! How’s the resolutions or goals or new mantras going? Some people say they don’t make resolutions anymore, but I do think a fresh year gives us a time to reflect and ponder what we might want to do more of, do less of, do differently, etc.

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Part 2 of My Birthday Countdown…What I have learned this year (and week!)


One of my absolute favorite memories as a child...our trip to Disney; I'm with my two biggest influencers: mom and dad! They were married on 8/19/61.

One of my absolute favorite memories as a child…our trip to Disney; I’m with my two biggest influencers: mom and dad! They were married on 8/19/61.

August 17: (#8) I love being able to combine work and family time. A princess party for an author’s book and a 3.5 year old princess equals a fun (even if exhausting) day. And to think, when I accepted this job 6 years ago, I had no idea I’d be blessed to raise my own little princess. Thankful for God’s amazing hand (and writing of the script!)

August 18: (#9) Whoa…pace yourself, girl. It was a nice day in Chicago…perfect weather. After church, I immediately started to wonder: what will we get into today? My answer: Whatever it is, it has to be outside. Park, nap, pool, hairwashing…makes for a full day. I’m tired. Work may be my chance to rest this week, says every working mother. I didn’t know it would take this much energy to hang with a child; God bless parents, please! And help us learn to pace ourselves.

August 19: (#10) During my morning walk, listening to the newly download Tye Tribbett’s lyrics: If he did it before, He’ll do it again…same God right now, same God back then.” I broke down. Slumped over in praise and honor and glory and grief (amazing how all those emotions can come at the same time). I was enjoying my time with God that morning…and then it dawned on me that it would have been Mom and Dad’s 52nd wedding anniversary. I thanked God that two people could come together and stay together (til death parted them), raise 3 children, teach us how to put God first, show us that they were not perfect–but that they tried hard to follow God’s will; our parents sacrificed, they trusted in God, they desired more for their kids so they pushed us and pushed us and loved us. Oh, I’m truly blessed by the union of Manual and Ernestine Washington on August 19, 1961. Wow, God was with them then and God is with us now as we navigate through life and work to love and honor and cherish our mates. I pray my brother, sister and I can always rely on the model we were blessed to see firsthand: to trusting in God to be the best parents and mates that we can be…and I pray that if you haven’t had that model, I pray God can show you the way (like he did for my mom and dad!)

August 20: (#11) It is sometime easy to complain about what isn’t right in life…I won’t even start. But, it is, in my opinion, our task to remind ourselves of all that is right. I once heard this referred to as “changing the radio station within your mind.” When you start to focus on the negative, the bad, the violence, the sickness, the lack, etc., change your channel and focus on what is good in your life: for me today—the five minutes of peace while watching TV with my child, the meeting with co-workers that was fun and did get one thing accomplished, traffic that wasn’t as bad as it can be, a mate who makes dinner (thank God!), etc. While this isn’t a prescription to ignore the things we are called to fix in this world, it is a reminder to focus our minds on those things we need to be grateful for!

August 21: I made Kayla’s lunch early for her Thursday picnic. I do think I was just as excited as she was. There are just some fun things about motherhood—things to make me downright giddy. And then there are other things to make me wonder how in the world we can possibly do it all. But, God is teaching me this day and this year to operate through His strength. Pray about everything. And somehow, someway, the still small voice reminds me: “that’s not important” or “do you really need to do that right now.” I’m working on listening more!

August 22: The picnic that was planned at Kayla’s school was canceled. I was sad to see the rain right about the time the little tots were supposed to be at the park, but when I showed up at the school, the teacher said, “we spread out a blanket on the floor and had a picnic inside.” And again, another reminder to focus on what we do have: blankets! Indoors! Creative teachers! And sweet little ones who are happy when you just mix it up a bit. No outside for them this day, but smiles and laughter and giggles as they sat on a blanket. Oh, God give us the heart of these sweet children to appreciate those special little things in life!
August 23: As I paid off some long-running credit card debt today, I wrote: Praise God on each bill. I was just so thankful for reaching some of our financial goals. Our spreadsheet for the past 3 years or so has been tight! I had written at the top of the spreadsheet, a few words of encouragement and our goals. And today, I got to check off just a few more of those goals. Thank you Lord. I continue to Praise God in the midst of reaching these goals…and learning the lessons of delayed gratification, saving, and planning…even at 43, I still have to learn these lessons (or be reminded of them!) And I’m thankful for a mate who is in agreement about debt reduction. We’re getting there, by the grace of God. I was also reminded of the day my mom sent the last bill for the mortgage on our home. She praised God that day. I vividly remember the grateful look on her face; I was too little to probably know the full story (had she missed a few payments? Been in danger of missing them? Certainly she and my father had tight budgets while raising 3 kids, but somehow, someway, through faithful steps, they paid off their mortgage.) I’m thankful for being able to witness this at a young age. Through rough times, dry seasons, and seasons of making goals, God is faithful. Today, I am thankful.



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