it's so nice to meet you
I’m Jane Johnson, and I’m so glad you stopped by. This little writing haven began very quietly in the summer of 2013. There was no pomp and circumstance with its launch. No special design. No custom fonts. My first post was written eight months after my best friend died from stage four colon cancer, and just over seven years into our wait for a family (I never liked the word infertility - I preferred to call it delayed fertility.) I needed a public writing outlet. A purpose to the pain. An understanding that someone out there would read my words and they would resonate, to know that I wasn’t alone in my grief.
A year later, we left Central Oregon behind, checking five suitcases onto a one-way flight to Maui. I needed to breathe, and heal, and pack up the heavy winter clothes and the proverbial grief-heaviness (and my sweet husband indulged me). Two years after that, we found out about our tiny miracle babe on the ten-year anniversary of the month we began trying for him. These writings are excerpts from my prayer journals.
I am a wife, twin, miracle-mama, and former Maui-dweller.
In my past life, I was a children’s photographer and graphic designer.
I have been married to an overly handsome man for nearly two decades.
My Soul-Prayer: to leave a powerfullegacy of written manifold mercy for
the generations to follow
My Soul-Prayer: to leave apowerful legacy of written
manifold mercy for the
generations to follow
A few random things about me to kick-start any conversation.
My Guilty Pleasurethe Volcano candle from AnthropologieNecessary Indulgencewhistle (seriously, my lips are incapable)I Don't Know How ToI once photographed a Zac Brown Band weddingMy Claim to FameI get the hiccups if I laugh too hardA Silly Little Quirkdouble espressos with a splash of hazlenut creamerI'm Daily Fueled On
in TuscanySomeday I
Want Tosalted pretzel Milano cookies
(can’t stop won’t stop)
My Guilty
Pleasurethe Volcano candle
from AnthropologieNecessary
Indulgencewhistle (seriously, my
lips are incapable)I Don't Know
How ToI once photographed a
Zac Brown Band weddingMy Claim
to FameI get the hiccups if
I laugh too hardA Silly
Little Quirkdouble espressos with a
splash of hazlenut creamerI'm Daily
Fueled On
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It’s wild to think that it’s already been 13 years since Shawna’s been gone. Knowing her and experiencing this with her has been one of the hardest and holiest things I’ve ever been a part of and one of the greatest privileges of my life.
There’s SO much more to this story and to hers, than what is included in these few slides. You can read it all in my first book, Mercy Like Morning. Even better, you can download the first chapter for free right now at digmywell.com/mercy-like-morning ♥️
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Shawna, I miss you fiercely. And I will share your legacy as long as I have breath in my lungs.
The poetic nuances that are tucked up in the Psalms and in the way that God speaks still today will forever leave me asking and digging for more.
I am FOREVER grateful for how God speaks directly to the tenderest parts of me in the moments that I least expect Him to.
We’ve rounded the corner on the last two weeks of my oldest son’s eighth year. Soon, he will be nine. And I’m forever grateful that we are closing the chapter on this eight-year season with God emphasizing the unstressed syllables.
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