As I have been working to bring this vision God gave me to fruition, I have spent many hours researching “what makes a good blog”. According to the experts, a blog has to be a blend of two significant things. First, the creative subject matter of your site; your direction, and goals for creating the blog in the first place. In other words, what value are you bringing to your readers? Second, and equally important, is giving your audience a true look inside you, the creator of this conglomerate of words, thoughts, designs, and ideas. You must be willing to share who you are.
Today’s post is going to touch on one of the pieces of advice I gleaned from several of these articles…Humanize it!
I promise not to give you my whole life story all in one big gulp – you would run away screaming, I’m sure. I do promise to honestly open my heart and share glimpses of the good, the bad, and the ugly of Faye Johnson-Jones. I want you to know how, by the grace of our Lord Jesus Christ, even after all I have done, the many times I have turned my back on God and shut Him completely out of my life, I can come before His throne every day with a clean heart and He opens His arms and welcomes me in to rest in His presence. I am beyond blessed.
Ok, here goes…here I am
I am a sixty-eight-year-old Southern Baptist Jesus Girl. I have always lived in the South. I was born in the amazing city of Atlanta, Georgia, but oh my goodness, I do not think I could ever live there now. Way too much traffic.
Oh, by the way, Go Dawgs!
My daddy was transferred to Jacksonville, Florida when I was three. At that time there was my mom, dad, big brother Michael and me. The perfect 1950’s middle-class family. Daddy worked, mom stayed home and took care of the house and the kids. In 1957 my baby brother, David, joined our family. He and I are the only ones left now and he is still my very best bud.
I grew up in a perfect neighborhood. I walked to school and home every day with my best friend, Debbie. We are still great friends after all these years. I went to church and participated in church activities, Vacation Bible School, Girl’s Auxiliary, etc. I learned about Jesus and accepted Him as my Savior and was baptized when I was eight years old.
Life for us was good. Summer vacations, family cookouts, church activities, camping, playing music, singing, laughter, and fun. Other than being saved, in those first twelve years, only two major things had a lasting impact on my life and made me realize the world was a much bigger (and not so friendly) place than just my safe, happy home and neighborhood. The first was the Cuban Missle Crisis which left me terrified and glued to the television set every night. I read and saved every article printed in the Florida Times-Union newspaper. I prayed a lot for a 12-year-old little girl because I was really scared. I was so grateful when that situation was over and we were all safe. I thought President Kennedy was the greatest. I am sure I understood only a small fraction of what was going on, but it did open my eyes to a far bigger, scarier world. My parents could not shield me as they always had.
The second incident was a total upheaval catastrophe which happened during the summer between sixth and seventh grade. My life was turned upside down when daddy was transferred again. This time he was going to move us well over 1000 miles away from my very best friends, the excitement of Junior High School, my church, my music teachers, my grandparents and my uncle, who by this time had all moved to Jacksonville to be near us. Everything, and everybody I knew and loved – gone in the blink of an eye. I think this day may have been the prelude to my descent into chaos, even if it did take four more years to engulf me completely.
I think this is a good place to stop for today. Some of these memories are not pleasant for me to look back on at all, but I have promised to let you know who I am, so more to come in future posts. Again, I promise not to give you too much detail, you really don’t want or need that. I will show you enough to see my tumultuous life – all of my own doing – and how God brought me through it all. I share so you know that He can bring you through whatever life throws at you.
Until Next Time!