Tag Archives: Faith

Present-Tense Only

Posted on March 26, 2014 by Jan C. Johnson

The state of our hurting world often troubles me. We’ve got crime, war, hunger. People who have been wounded turn and wound others. It can all get kind of depressing. How to keep from growing cynical? It’s encouraging to remember … Continue reading →

Posted in A Page From My Journal | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , | 10 Comments

Soli Deo Gloria Retreat, Part 2

Posted on February 11, 2014 by Jan C. Johnson

Last time, I told you about my old habit of trying to be whatever people expect me to be. And how this compulsion came back to smack me in the face during the 2013 Soli Deo Gloria retreat. But once … Continue reading →

Posted in A Page From My Journal, I Remember When... (my OWN stories) | Tagged , , , , , , , | 3 Comments

Report: Soli Deo Gloria Retreat

Posted on February 4, 2014 by Jan C. Johnson

Weeks ago, I promised to tell you about last November’s Soli Deo Gloria retreat. Then I got “Grandma Brain” and sort of fell off the digital map. During the delay, though, some of what I learned had a chance to … Continue reading →

Posted in A Page From My Journal, I Remember When... (my OWN stories) | Tagged , , , , , | 7 Comments

Belief, Faith, Trust

Posted on August 19, 2013 by Jan C. Johnson

I work with words all the time. Lately I’ve been thinking about three words that are all related but don’t share the same meaning. Namely, “belief,” “faith” and “trust.” Many times, in talk about everyday things, any of the three … Continue reading →

Posted in A Page From My Journal, Near As I Can Figure... | Tagged , , , , , | 3 Comments

Staff Meeting

Posted on April 8, 2013 by Jan C. Johnson

As a writer I need structure, whether or not I want it at any given time. So I have a morning routine that is supposed to give me a good start to my day, energizing me for the segue into … Continue reading →

Posted in A Page From My Journal | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , | 18 Comments

Blameless… Who, Me??

Posted on February 19, 2013 by Jan C. Johnson

Those of you who know me well might be surprised to learn that during my senior year of high school, I got sent to the principal’s office. As a middle born authority-pleaser, I’ve always followed the rules, perhaps to the … Continue reading →

Posted in A Page From My Journal, I Remember When... (my OWN stories) | Tagged , , , , , , , | 5 Comments