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7th Well Fact Sheet

Posted by Jenna B. Johnson on December 17, 2017

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Hello.

Lover of words. Believer in the goodness of God. Recently-discovered extrovert who’s always down for a dance party, a second cup of coffee, and listening to stories so I can probably write them into a book one day. Also a big fan of running, graphic design, photo, video, and the Oxford comma.

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“But I think there is something powerful about knowing what you want and becoming really sure of it.” (@hannahbrencher) I read these words in this space this morning after an americano and an entire pot of tea, and I spent the rest of the day wandering and asking myself: “Alright Jenna, so what do you really want?” And if you haven’t asked yourself that question, it’ll unravel a lot. In some really hard and beautiful ways. I think I’ve always claimed to be a very sure person, but when it comes to the hard stuff I tend to waiver but don’t tend to admit that. I’ll tell you exactly how I like my coffee and exactly how long my morning routine takes but if you ask me what I want to spend my life doing or the type of person I’d like to end up with, you’ll find me at a loss for words. Here’s to the writing again, but actually the honest stuff this time and lots of it. It’s been like a breath of fresh air and the water in the desert when you didn’t even know you’d been wandering all over the place. I didn’t know I could have a sense of coming home halfway across the world, but isn’t that how God always shows up? In the most unlikely places where we never thought to look for Him.

Hi it’s me and a beautiful hodgepodge of London photos. It’s currently after 10PM and I’m sitting in a pub with a Nutella waffle before me, and I still don’t quite have the words for these days. I’m overwhelmed in all the best ways, thinking and processing things I hadn’t quite planned for a trip like this. Pic 2 is me starting the day and pic 3 is me on the same day in a dress I bought and changed into because I hadn’t anticipated the heat. Pic 4 is the best view on a double decker bus. 5 is this morning in a tea shop near Buckingham Palace because I suppose there’s no better place to write. 6 is church this afternoon and the warm feeling I got when I walked through the theater doors and heard, “Welcome to church.” 7 is an odd breakfast at 2 in the afternoon but a good one. 8 is tonight at sunset. 9 is all those flying letters. And 10 is right now.

I’m more sleep deprived now than I ever was in college and I got lost more times than I can count, but today was all sorts of dreamy. Get ready for all the photographs. All of them.

Little mini came to visit for #CowAppreciationDay

Some mems with my new buddy. 1. We tried to take a long walk today. 2. I’ve never seen someone love magnolia trees this much. 3. He’s learning how to love our 5AM mornings.

This. Is. Why. I. Love. My. Job.

Today’s Monday called for scream-singing this one with all the windows down before the torrential downpour.

If I could slap a label on this season, it would be a whole lot of restoration and healing. Today while I was lifting (never thought I’d write that one, so you can laugh too), I remember feeling a prayer pop into my mind of, “God, make me gentle,” which is an odd thing to pray when you’re working to get stronger. Generally we hold those two on different ends of the spectrum instead of hand-in-hand. My autopilot is feisty, and maybe yours is too. It’s defense. It’s jumping to conclusions. It’s distrusting. If we want to knock it down to its core, it’s fear, so we don’t have to name it anything fancy. So for me, being slow and gentle is trusting, but it is stronger and it is healing. God speaks when He wants, and we only hear it if we’re listening. That’s what I’m grateful for today: ears to listen in moments I wouldn’t see as sacred but that suddenly become just that. God, make me slow and gentle.

Biggest fan of @savannahevephotography and her SKILLS. Also, this night was the defining night of our friendship with some color smoke bombs, hundreds of cows, and another one of my fight/flight/FREEZE moments. She’s a soul sister, for sure.

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