Tuesday, May 11, 2010

The unauthorized blogography of Jane Johnson

Featured Artisan: Jane Johnson.


Meet Jane, lovely, brilliant, artistic and creative Oregon photographer. Today I want to tell her story in my own words of course. Jane was born twin sister to Robyn on an ordinary day to an ordinary family in which I could only imagine both heaven and earth shifted slightly towards the more beautiful and glamorous aspects of life.

Jane grew up, Jane went to OSU, Jane fell in love with Jesus, Jane fell in love with a boy, stop. It must be noted that on one February day years back hearts were broken all over Oregon when Jane said the words "I DO" to the incredibly charming man Josh Johnson. The secret however is that it is Josh that is the luckiest man ever.(I know he would agree.)


There is just something about Jane.

To know her is to know how completely genuine she is and how truly disarming her words are whenever you are around her. I like that she speaks her mind, that she has a wise and snarky (yes I did use that faux word) way of stating the obvious to which the rest of us are like, hmm yes, yes I was thinking that.

I like that she brings art to everything she does, to all of our lives, to the directed steps that she sojourns day after day. She truly does color the world, more than that she captures every vibrant and striking stroke this world has to offer. But don't take my word for it, see for your self here.

And yet her amazing gift of photography is not the only thing that sets Jane apart from the most of her colleagues.

It is her uncompromising, over flowing, always true loving heart for Jesus.

It is the story she chooses to write with her life, it is the giving of her time for missions relief, it is the giving of her work for lives to be changed, it is the sharing of all that she is in hopes that someone might be made more secure in the Fathers arms, it is that she is honest to the point of fault that keeps all of us attuned to her living testimony.

Jane is a giver. And it is not just that she gives but also what she gives that makes her the unique individual you most certainly will fall in love with. She gives herself. Her true real self, no pretense. And though she modestly and lovingly makes fun of her faults and laughs at her own jokes, she is a woman of strength and surrender at the very same time. To which I am at the very least blessed and feel privileged for my own daughter to know and follow Jane's example.

Jane, here's to writing about you beautiful lady, if we had glasses in our hands...we would hear clinking, in your honor Jane, to Jane...

(photos lovingly borrowed from Jane Johnson)

Thursday, May 6, 2010

Taking a walk...

So the path is unknown, but you have asked so I walk.

I can see a ways ahead and I am sure there is something waiting for me,

but I also know that my sight is limited.

I don't always feel safe but reminded of Your word, I am secure.

Each step is like a leap as I realize that I am moving away from the familiar and towards the unsure.

I believe you are leading me, I could not take another step otherwise,

yet part of me aches to just turn.

I am desperate to hear from you, assurances, to be confirmed.

And my heart feels a warmth and I know You are present.

The path is getting rocky now, I am not prepared? I question.

I glance at my feet disappointed with some of the choices I made getting here.

I feel the wind change now and know it is a storm I have feared.

I look up and hear “keep going” it is the only choice to make.

The pouring rain grows hard as I struggle with balance and start to shake.


The world around is dark and blurry

and I cannot even see my next step...


I am worried.

I step anyways.

I am blind. The storm has taken all visibility, yet You keep nudging


Forward, to what? My heart asks.“It is not for me to know,”

You reply and I am trembling…

BUT WHY? I cry.

The storm does not change…

The path is still under me…

The water drips from my face tears mingled with rain…

I step forward anyways.

And I feel…

Not fear…

Not anger…

Not hate…

Not unsure…

I feel…

Peace.


And You say, Peace be still.

The storm is still raging, I believe it is gaining speed.

But Your words keep me going and new strength has found me.