Author Archives: Jan C. Johnson

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About Jan C. Johnson

Welcome! If you like food, reading, laughing over life's little disasters, and maybe thinking about the bigger things of life, you have come to the right place. Besides blogging, I write humorous fiction, though real life tends to leave fictional humor in the shade. But I'm not a total goofball. No, really. I've also written a most riveting memoir--not mine, which would be boring, but rather the life story of an obscure pastor in Liberia, West Africa. His hair-raising memories of the Liberian Civil War years make for some suspenseful reading! Discover more under the "My Books" tab. I live in North Texas with my husband, Brent. We enjoy bicycling, Mexican food, and traveling to visit our kids and grandkids.

When God Says “Until” (Part 2)

Posted on March 1, 2012 by Jan C. Johnson

Last time, I mentioned three things that you imply when you say the word “until,” and talked about the first… 1. The outcome is sure. 2. BUT the outcome is not immediate; we must wait. 3. The situation we wait … Continue reading →

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When God Says “Until” (Part 1)

Posted on February 28, 2012 by Jan C. Johnson

Last Saturday (February 25) I had the privilege of speaking at the Women’s Prayer Breakfast at our church. Well, speaking and eating, if you must know. My topic? I passed along some encouraging insights that I had learned in the … Continue reading →

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Advice To 20-Somethings: A Guest Post

Posted on February 20, 2012 by Jan C. Johnson

Welcome, friends! And a big “Thank-You” to Rachel Anne for the Company Girls shout-out. I’ll post about the prayer breakfast next week. Meanwhile, some of you may be in your 20s, or have kids in their 20s. I wanted to … Continue reading →

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Clean or Mean: Eating Your Words

Posted on February 17, 2012 by Jan C. Johnson

I don’t mind telling you that I’m in my fifties. Or that I grew up in a Midwestern family which, like Erma Bombeck’s, “viewed gravy as a beverage” (one of my favorite Erma quotes). Even though I’ve been bicycling since … Continue reading →

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Those “Three Little Words” I Long to Hear

Posted on February 14, 2012 by Jan C. Johnson

Brent has been my Valentine for over 35 years, my husband for the vast majority of those years. But I still love to hear him say those three little words. What’s that– “I Love You?” Oh. Those three little words. … Continue reading →

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Forgotten Soldiers? (Not if I can help it)

Posted on February 8, 2012 by Jan C. Johnson

When my son Eric was commissioned into the Army, he vowed to defend our nation. He would follow orders to the best of his ability, wherever they might take him. We wiped stray tears and “pinned” his rank onto his … Continue reading →

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