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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If Ezra 4 tells us anything, it’s that it’s ALWAYS when you get to the most critical work of your God-spoken, Spirit-stirred calling that trouble comes calling. And Satan won’t quit until he tears it all back down to rubble.
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Keep your wings up. Satan can try to convince you it’s all useless, but remember Isaiah 55:10-11. God’s purpose will always be accomplished.
Wings up, buttercup.
I honestly believe that Ezra 3:11-13 is one of the most misunderstood Bible passages. People seem to get almost offended at the mention of grief in this passage like there couldn’t possibly be any HINT of sadness when something so spiritually profound is happening.
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But I’m here to tell you: it’s possible to feel the weight of both at the same time.
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You can grieve the loss of what once was or what could have been. And you can also be absolutely jaw-dropped at the glimpses of God’s glory and the hope of His Jeremiah 29:11 future for you.
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Lament and sorrow can hold hands with elation and hope because God holds it all, sees it all, and feels it all with you.
It’s all commingled equally. One is not louder than the other, one no more prominent. One does not negate the other, one not any less important.
There’s a place for BOTH grief and joy all at the same time.
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