Jackie's Journey "The Sixty Year Journey!"

My husband’s birthday was yesterday!  Our 60th wedding anniversary was a few weeks ago. A lifetime of memories and markers.  My parents were married 74 years and Ralph’s parents were married 47 years, so… 60 years did not seem inordinately long and I looked forward to many more years…but God had a better plan.

 I met my Prince at Bob Jones University and if you were to ask our college friends, they would be astounded that we are celebrating 60 years!  Most did not give us two years!  Ralph and I were polar opposites in almost every way.  However, we had the one element in marriage that will guarantee longevity…we were both individually committed to “burn out” serving God wherever He led us.  My husband’s godly zeal and spiritual leadership in our home was always preeminent and a constant for the last 60 years!

 I was blessed with a man who loved me unconditionally and when he said, “For better or worse”…he meant it.  We weathered the storms of life with near death experiences more than once and his loyalty to me and to God was unwavering. “Deference living” rather than compromise, was a key to our taking our two wills and finding harmony in God’s will.

 Ralph’s name means “bold counselor” and that he was…a man of daring motion and direction.  He was once told he was “an afflicter of the comfortable and a comfort to the afflicted”.  I could write a book with all his wise one-liners, biblical formulas and scriptural definitions.  His capacity to see things in Scripture and interpret them from “inside out” to give a total new look at a familiar verse was uncanny.

 Christian missionaries are people whose passion is to make the Lord Jesus known to the whole world.  They are completely under the command of King Jesus (my Paratrooper husband would roll out of bed, stand at attention and salute heavenward, committing his day!) and missionaries will go anywhere, under any circumstances, for no pay, with poor living conditions and food, even though no one ever notices.  They know their Sovereign Lord is watching every minute and that is the only reward and joy they seek…a true missionary is someone who will risk everything for the sake of the lost of this world.  This was my husband.

 We have a precious heritage that is a loving reminder of his loyalty to God and his responsibility into the third and fourth generations.

God’s faithfulness…

 If we had these 60 years to do over again, we would like to serve more and better, as we were bought with the price of His blood. Rom. 6: 16-18 says, “We were slaves of sin and now are slaves of righteousness.”  God called my Ralph home in February, so… it’s just me now…and I work daily on being a better slave!

 However impressive or challenging your marriage may be,

 It is the genuine proof of the degree of your loyalty to God.

~Jackie Johnson - I am a former tribal missionary to the Kuna Indians on the Colombian border in Central America.  Fluent in several languages, my husband and I currently pastor a Spanish-speaking church in Southern California.  My passion is mentoring and equipping dedicated young women for life, marriage, motherhood, and beyond. I am the mother of two daughters and the grandmother of three Princesses and four young Knights. 

Jackie's Journey "Storms May Come and Go...BUT!" (Conclusion)

Spring and Summer announce time for outdoors and new adventures. After an eventful first day and night on board our floating house, the morning came early and everyone, except Ralph and I, loaded into the speedboat to water ski, wake board…etc.  The lake was calm, smooth as glass, and our vacation was now in full swing.  We watched the fast boat disappear.  For hours Ralph and I enjoyed the silence and beauty of the lake.  Another boat had pulled onto our ridge sometime in the night and we were looking for an opportunity to meet them.

 Out of nowhere, our solitude was interrupted by a sudden strong gust of wind that instantly came over the waters.  I was reminded that our God is Sovereign and controls the waters and the wind. The waves were rapidly peaking at 5’!  Our boat began to rock and sway. The next thing we knew…the moorings pulled loose from the sandbar and we were thrust into the lake…backwards, propelled toward the cliff behind us! 

 As the boat pitched and we picked up speed…my first thought was, “The kids are on the open water…where are they?”  and then… “Could we replace this massive beast if it crashed into the jagged cliffs surrounding it and sunk?!”  “Worry is assuming a responsibility that God never intended for me to have…”

 Ralph was on his feet and immediately took off like a bullet!

 On a dead run, he looked over his shoulder and, in an effort, to calm my fears, yells,” Don’t panic, Jackie…safety is in the Lord!” The promise I needed. “Those who respect the Lord will have security, and their children will be protected”. Pro. 14: 26 This event had touched HIM first and had been given with divine purpose…no reason to worry or fret!  My husband jumps the ten feet or more to the shoreline and grabs the rope that has slipped into the lake.  All the moorings were now lying flat on the sandbar!

 “Have no fear of sudden disaster or of the ruin that overtakes the wicked, for the Lord will be your confidence and will keep your foot from being snared.” Pro. 3:25-26

As I am drifting, alone, out into the lake, the neighbors we had not yet seen, came running toward our landing.  Are you familiar with the verse that says, “and with the temptation (me…on the brink of near panic), HE will give a way of escape”?  The stranger leaps into the lake and jumps on board with me!  He grabs the wheel, starts the engine and points the “ark” toward shore. He, then, instantly disappears over-board to help Ralph, yelling back to me, “keep the engine running and aim it for the sandbar!”

 His wife began shouting, “accelerate and hit the sandbar as hard and fast as you can!” That was the most logical and easiest command I had obeyed in a long time…I full-throttled that massive, flat-nosed craft “up onto” the sand, not realizing the job was so well done, it took eight campers to get us loose the day we left!!

 The storm was raging and the rocking boat was once again secured, but our children and grandchildren were still out on the open water.  Had they found refuge in a cove or were they trying to get back to us?  “Jesus Christ is no security AGAINST storms, but HE is perfect IN storms.” L.B. Cowan

 Ralph and I watched across the lake…praying.  The storm raged on. Within an hour we heard in the distance an outboard motor and through the mist saw our heritage coming toward us. They had fought the wind, waves and strong current and God had brought them to us safely.  The excited stories shared by my grandchildren that day were a grandma’s nightmare!

 As quickly as the storm hit, the wind subsided and calmness was restored.  The next few days were a tranquil dream…and a memory that will last a lifetime.  “We will steer safely through every storm, so long as our heart is right, our intention fervent, our courage steadfast, and our trust fixed on God.” Francis de Sales

 Lest I fail to put real courage into perspective, “when John Huss was about to be burned to death, they asked him to give up his teachings.  Huss answered, ‘what I have taught with my lips, I now seal with my blood’”.  That is REAL courage!

 Let’s face these days and this week courageously…

trusting our Sovereign God who is in control and calms the storms in life.

~Jackie Johnson - I am a former tribal missionary to the Kuna Indians on the Colombian border in Central America.  Fluent in several languages, my husband and I currently pastor a Spanish-speaking church in Southern California.  My passion is mentoring and equipping dedicated young women for life, marriage, motherhood, and beyond. I am the mother of two daughters and the grandmother of three Princesses and four young Knights. 

Jackie's Journey "Courageous...I Am Not!"

Once upon a time there was a family that found themselves in the middle of a huge lake on a 75’ Houseboat with six bedrooms; three bathrooms and a massive open kitchen/dining/living room with a Jacuzzi and water slide on the second story!  Sounds outstanding, doesn’t it? This adventure was going to be “above and beyond” with all the comfort and convenience.  They could have moved in permanently!

We had arrived the evening before and boarded just in time to load our things and find a place to fall asleep.  Some slept on the upstairs deck watching shooting stars, while others found comfy bedrooms.  The next morning, we headed out onto the lake.

 Ralph, my husband, Philip, my son-in-law, and I took the houseboat and everyone else loaded into the Ski boat to find a place to moor both boats for the week.  We got a late start and headed in the direction of a specific cove that had been given to us on a map because we were so large it would give us the best protection from the elements (winds, storms!) that we were warned “popped up unexpectantly”.

We found the cove, but passed the entry and began the long circle to turn round…we missed it again…!  We were, by the way, driving a house against the current!  The sun was beginning to slip behind the mountains.  Darkness was now pressing in on us.  We needed to find our destination and adding apprehension to my new set of unknowns…we, somehow, had gotten separated from the Ski boat!  The wind was kicking up (the unexpected element??) and visibility was now limited. We desperately needed both boats anchored on the only sandbar that would meet the need we had for our floating ARK!

 I would like to think that I am a relatively adventurous person.   After all, I had taken our two-year-old daughter and delivered our second child in a foreign country as a young missionary. I left the familiar and comfortable to live among an unreached tribe in the middle of a remote jungle.  When there was no one to suture a machete wound, deliver a baby, set broken limbs and give T.B. injections…I, with trepidation, stepped up to the plate!  So, I must be a little brave…right?

 Courage is the strength from God that enables us to endure any circumstance, trial, or danger with gratefulness, understanding His Sovereign will.  It is demonstrating the confidence that harmonizing with God’s calling and will brings ultimate blessing and victory, regardless of the present circumstances or opposition.

 “Be strong and of good courage,

fear not, nor be afraid; for the Lord your God goes with you;

 He will not fail, nor forsake you.”

Deut. 31: 6

 Would we find this one small sandbar to secure this massive vessel before the pitch-black night swallows us up…or would we succumb to the howling windstorm in front of us…?

 The darkness was fast approaching.  The lake was choppy and our “Ark “was beginning to roll.  In my distraction, I could hear our Ski boat in the distance approaching us!  God miraculously guided us into the exact place on the map that was the only “secure” spot on the backside of this sandbar!  My grandsons jumped off and took the iron stakes, crossed them and anchored them deep into the sandbar. Hastily, my youngest grandson, Christopher, ignited the BBQ and soon we were settled in and looking forward to a Bible Study with Grandpa Ralph before we headed to bed.

 This is the beginning of this story…

the best is yet to come…

Join me for the conclusion…in next Monday’s Blog…

~Jackie Johnson - I am a former tribal missionary to the Kuna Indians on the Colombian border in Central America.  Fluent in several languages, my husband and I currently pastor a Spanish-speaking church in Southern California.  My passion is mentoring and equipping dedicated young women for life, marriage, motherhood, and beyond. I am the mother of two daughters and the grandmother of three Princesses and four young Knights. 

Jackie's Journey "The Fourth Quarter!"

The frantic frog fighting for his life, as is the heron!

 It’s fall and Football season is here again. In most sports, there is a “fourth” quarter which determines the outcome of the game.  Some of us are approaching, or in, that fourth quarter, in terms of our remaining productive years.  Should we continue vocationally active into our seventies and eighties, we had roughly twenty-five to thirty years to make our personal mark on what is here, and on those who pick up our life-work and values. 

 As a young person, I remember visiting my grandparents and thinking they were years away from me because I was only in the first quarter.  The fourth quarter was sooo far away that I could not even visualize what it must be like.

 Yet, here it is…

 My husband has always said, “We are going to just burn out serving, Jackie.”  He will be sharing Christ on his death bed…I just know it!  When the Beatles sang “when I’m sixty-four,” we could scarcely imagine such a thing (that was really old!), but now, it’s in sight or we have already passed it!  So…what have we done in the first three quarters?? Did we make the world a better place or life better?  The final count is out…

In spiritual terms, we will reap what we have sown. (Gal. 6: 7) We will each be held accountable for our deeds here on earth. (Rev. 22: 12) If there was ever a need for followers of Christ (especially, fourth quarter believers!) to persevere, be resolute in purpose, uncompromising for truth, persistent in faith, unyielding in hope, constant in love, and unstoppable in advancing the kingdom…it is NOW!

 Just reaching the last quarter of life is a gift…a life-span “may come to seventy years, or eighty, if our strength endures.” (Psa.90: 10) Often, there are health and financial challenges. Or failure to see the divine purpose in aging.  Many reach this milestone and sense the inevitable invisibility by the people and culture around them.  They sit back and just resolve to wait out the remaining time…while sacrificing what could be the best years of their lives!

 In reality, we are all living in the last quarter because we are not guaranteed even another day. We are told to “number our days that we may gain a heart of wisdom.” (Psa. 90: 13) Hence, the need to focus in and live as if every day might be our last.

 Any regrets?

 What legacy will be left?

 Is there a plan to finish the course and its God- given purpose?

 We are the “never give up” generation…

~Jackie Johnson - I am a former tribal missionary to the Kuna Indians on the Colombian border in Central America.  Fluent in several languages, my husband and I currently pastor a Spanish-speaking church in Southern California.  My passion is mentoring and equipping dedicated young women for life, marriage, motherhood, and beyond. I am the mother of two daughters and the grandmother of three Princesses and four young Knights. 

Jackie's Journey "The Unpretentious Teapot!"

“Even a small star shines brightly in the dark!”

 For a multitude of years, sixty or more, I observed this small dark black porcelain teapot with tiny violets that rested on a shelf in my mother’s kitchen.  It was certainly from another time period and had been carefully used, over and over again, but not by my mother.  Mother didn’t drink tea…only coffee.  So, what was that teapot doing in Mom’s kitchen?  It did not look fragile, but had obviously been someone’s friend for many seasons. When my mother moved, over the years, the teapot always found a visible place in her new home.  

 What was it about that uninviting, black teapot that was so special?  The gold embellishment below the lid had faded.   It looked almost out of place sitting next to the bouquet of violets splashed onto sparkling white plates that had been imported from England. Coupled with the crystal goblets and silver place settings that Mom was using now, it looked out of place.  But…there it sat…year after year…like the rhythm of time…all alone, in plain view. 

My maternal Grandmother Olivia’s Teapot

 In contrast, my mother’s oldest daughter, after returning from the mission field, loved delicate English floral teapots, collar boxes, portrait plates…I collected them, with teacups and saucers!  They could be found in every room of the house!  Many carried a memory of a person, place or time in my life.  

 Why had I never asked about that one solitary very old teapot 

that was cherished by my mother??  Why did she only have one?

 One afternoon this shy teapot became a source of conversation.  Mom had purchased a new beautiful English teapot for me and amidst my profuse expression of gratefulness, I remembered the abandoned black teapot and I finally asked where it had come from.  

 She began by telling me how beautiful that teapot was!

 My mother was raised in rural Missouri during the Depression of 1929.  There were five little siblings and they all worked hard gathering eggs, raising and killing chickens to sell at market, milking cows, churning butter, picking apples to sell, canning fruits, pickles and vegetables that they had grown together to store in the cold cellar, etc. etc.…they laughed and played, as they worked. 

 My Mother would watch, as my grandmother Olivia never stopped moving from one task to another, as long as there was light.  She had treasured memories of her petite, energetic, industrious and exhausted mother.  Ollie, she was called, would pause for a few moments to fill that little homely teapot to steal a twinkling nanosecond, catching her breath, before jumping up again to grab the last semblance of light to finish the day’s activities.  She was, finally, forced to quit working as the sun set and head toward the house to get dinner for everyone! 

 Totally unaware, at that time, of the loving commitment and diligence her mother was exerting to care for their family, the diminutive teapot had come to represent the tremendous sacrifice her parents had made to see them vigilantly live through the Depression, when people were standing in food lines because of hunger, there was no work and families were falling apart all around her.

 Suddenly, that little “star” teapot began to shine brightly and she had taken on a whole new personality… indeed, she was beautiful!  She carried an important piece of my grandmother in her presence!  From then on, I excitedly took every opportunity to catch a glimpse of that priceless teapot, every chance I got!  

 One day, years later, my mother, who was in her 90’s then,

 asked if I would like to have “her”! 

 I could hardly contain myself...!

 This little unpretentious teapot is no longer alone on a shelf, 

but proudly displayed in my home with her story… 

A treasure that my Mother and Grandmother had cherished, 

as I do now… 

Never underestimate the value of a baffling mystery.

 Watch for surprising generational blessings…

~Jackie Johnson - I am a former tribal missionary to the Kuna Indians on the Colombian border in Central America.  Fluent in several languages, my husband and I currently pastor a Spanish-speaking church in Southern California.  My passion is mentoring and equipping dedicated young women for life, marriage, motherhood, and beyond. I am the mother of two daughters and the grandmother of three Princesses and four young Knights. 

Jackie's Journey "Celebrating Mama!"

HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY!

I love you, sweet Mama…” Love is not a passion.  It is the pulse of sacrifice”.

 For seventy-seven years you have taught me about genuine love and Motherhood.  I have watched you and still watch you, as you maneuver life.  You are strong and courageous, especially in these latter years without Daddy.  You face life with grace each day with acceptance of God’s Hand and timing.  You have no fear of old age which is the assumption that we still have many years of life ahead of us. “The length of our days is seventy years or eighty, IF we have the strength; yet this span is but trouble and sorrow and passes quickly and then we fly away! (Psalm 90:10)  

 You have learned to be “satisfied in the morning with His unfailing love.  You may not sing for joy out loud but you are glad for every day.”  And you still look forward to any, or all, of us coming and visiting with you.  You are a good listener and I can remember my high school friends coming home with me… to talk and be with you!  

 You are wise, precious 101-year-old Mama.  You have taught me, by example, “to number my days, to be deliberate with my heritage, to think generations and to see how short and quickly life passes.  I am paying attention.  So, you see…your job is well done, but not finished yet…

 Thank you for leading the way, leaving a print for me to step in 

and showing me the pulse of sacrificial love…

I love you!

~Jackie Johnson - I am a former tribal missionary to the Kuna Indians on the Colombian border in Central America.  Fluent in several languages, my husband and I currently pastor a Spanish-speaking church in Southern California.  My passion is mentoring and equipping dedicated young women for life, marriage, motherhood, and beyond. I am the mother of two daughters and the grandmother of three Princesses and four young Knights. 

Jackie's Journey "Mom's Understand Sacrifice!"

Christina, my eldest daughter and my beautiful Mom

HAPPY 101st BIRTHDAY, MOM!

 “Love is not a passion.  It is the pulse of sacrifice”.

 For seventy-six years you have taught me about genuine love and Motherhood. January 2nd, you turned 101!!   I have watched you and still watch you, as you maneuver life.  You are strong and courageous, especially in these latter years without Daddy.  You face life with grace each day with acceptance of God’s Hand and timing.  You have no fear of old age which is the assumption that we still have many years of life ahead of us. “The length of our days is seventy years or eighty, IF we have the strength; yet this span is but trouble and sorrow and passes quickly and then we fly away!” (Psalm 90:10) 

 You have learned to be “satisfied in the morning with His unfailing love”.  You may not sing for joy out loud but you are glad for every day.  And you still look forward to any, or all of us coming and visiting with you.  You are a good listener and I can remember my high school friends coming home with me to talk to you, not me!  

 You are wise… precious 101-year-old Mama.  You have taught me, by example, to number my days, to be deliberate with my heritage, to think generations and to see how short and quickly life passes.  I am paying attention.  So, you see…your job is well done… but not finished yet…

 Thank you for leading the way, leaving a print for me to step into 

and showing me the pulse of sacrificial love…

I love you…

~Jackie Johnson - I am a former tribal missionary to the Kuna Indians on the Colombian border in Central America.  Fluent in several languages, my husband and I currently pastor a Spanish-speaking church in Southern California.  My passion is mentoring and equipping dedicated young women for life, marriage, motherhood, and beyond. I am the mother of two daughters and the grandmother of three Princesses and four young Knights. 

Jackie's Journey "Dry Bones!"

If there was ever a day when our families, country and world call forRevival…

this is the day!

 “Revival is absolutely essential to restrain the righteous anger of God,

 to restore the conscious awareness of God, 

and to reveal the gracious activity of God.”

 Ezekiel was a prophet, a priest and a servant of God who was sent to give God’s message to a wicked and rebellious nation, not unlike our own.  Chapter 37 speaks of his vision of a “valley of dry bones”.  Verse 11 cries out, “Our bones are dried up and our hope is gone; we are cut off”!  Spiritual deadnessis a frightening position. The absence of the fear of God reveals itself in our moment-by-moment life practice…

 Are we dedicated to comfort and convenience, 

claiming personal rights,

doing our own thing?

Or are we dedicated to Cavalry’s road and a God that calls us to holiness?

Our dedication determines how alive we are spiritually or if we are a mass of “dry bones”.  There is a quality of spiritual life that is rarely experienced among believers in the West because we are so busy…living in entitlements. Jesus says: Putting anything before me reveals spiritual deadness.

 Where are you living this moment?

 Stephen Olford in Heart Cry wrote, “O that God would teach us that it is just as important to be spiritual as to be sound in our approach to the Bible, just as vital to be obedient as to be orthodox, and that thepurpose of revelation is nothing less than transformation of human lives!”

Revival is the power of the Holy Spirit transforming God’s Word in our souls.  While in Bible School a fellow student introduced me to a small paperback book, The Calvary Road by Roy Hession.  Revival’s clear definition and seeing my need for personal application has been a constant reminder of God’s promise to set us free from sin and self…continually!

 Revival is the result of:

·     A new experience of the conviction of sin

·     A new vision of the cross of Jesus and redemption

·     A new willingness to walk in brokenness, repentance, confession and restitution

·     An understanding of how to maintain a consistent walk in the light

·     A joyful experience of the power of the blood of Jesus cleansing us fully from sin and healing all that sin has lost and broken

The test for knowing you are cleansed…ask yourself:

1.    Do I have any unconfessed sin?

2.    Is there anything between another person and me?

A new entering into the wholeness of the Holy Spirit and His power and His own work in and through us

    A new “gathering-in” of the lost ones to Christ

 Revival does not begin with someone else.  It begins with each of us! 

Is revival stirring in your soul?

 “The fruit of revival comes only as we come to the cross and acknowledge our emptiness and failure apart from Him.  It is not good Christians becoming better Christians…but rather Christians honestly confessing that their Christian life is a valley of dry bones and by that confession qualifying us for the grace that flows from the Cross and makes all things new… dry bones made alive again!”  Roy Hession

Understanding our desperate need initiates this promise: 

Jesus did not come into the world to make bad men good…

He came to make dead men live

~Jackie Johnson - I am a former tribal missionary to the Kuna Indians on the Colombian border in Central America.  Fluent in several languages, my husband and I currently pastor a Spanish-speaking church in Southern California.  My passion is discipling and equipping dedicated young women for life, marriage, motherhood, and beyond. I am the mother of two daughters and the grandmother of three Princesses and four young Knights. 

Jackie's Journey "Lost Moments"

For those of you “Uber-moms” who spend hours in the car commuting children to school, church, church events and recreational activities…this blog is for you.  Like many American parents today, we often drive with a sense of guilt (at least we should) because so much time is seemingly “lost” while we are ensuring the safety and future success of our children.

Out of curiosity, what do you do with the time-spent transporting your children?  Do you listen to music…Christian, of course…or is your adrenaline flowing because you are running late and the traffic is the present obstacle in your way?  How do you respond to other drivers who are in the same predicament you are…hastily rushing to one practice, lesson or pursuit after another?  What are your children observing as they read you and your reaction to happenings on the daily journey?

For the last ten days I have had three of my seven grandchildren with their regular daily schedules.  I might add that the “blow by blow” itinerary that I taped to the refrigerator door had been lightened for my benefit.  Yet, in its current state I spent hours in the car commuting.  My hats off to you moms!

We are all longing to make our time count with that “captive audience”, at least we should be.  What about that verse that jumped off the page that you read that morning or last night? Did you share it with them with the reason why it jumped off the page? Or after snapping at them in the house with those encouraging words, like…“hurry up, we’re going to be late” or “you don’t have time to eat that, just grab it and let’s go!”…We wonder why we find them bickering with each other in the back seat!

Legacies are that place where those who have gone before still make a difference.  Where values are passed on from one generation to the next and where connections create consciences.  Our purpose is not all about us; it is about playing our part in God’s kingdom.

When we stop to evaluate our state of mind, we recognize that it goes deeper than shortage of time; it is basically the problem of priorities.  We all know what it is to go full speed for long hours, totally involved in the task at hand.  There never seems to be an end to the pile of unfinished tasks.  But is there a possibility that with all our effort, we have failed to do the important…that, which has eternal value?

If it’s too chaotic in the car to talk, I have a suggestion.  Take that verse we mentioned and begin praying it into the life of those sitting in the car with you.  Maybe you could silently pray that your children might seek godly wisdom (Prov. 2) and develop a craving for God’s Word (Deut. 6)...or that they would understand that sin has consequences (Num. 32:23).  Pray that they would recognize and listen to God’s voice (John 10:27) and not be swayed by temptation (I Cor. 10:13).   Ask God to develop a lasting love for their siblings (Psa. 133) that comes with a grateful attitude for everything (Phil. 2:14).

These have eternal value…

See you on the highway…have a great day!

~Jackie Johnson - I am a former tribal missionary to the Kuna Indians on the Colombian border in Central America.  Fluent in several languages, my husband and I currently pastor a Spanish-speaking church in Southern California.  My passion is discipling and equipping dedicated young women for life, marriage, motherhood, and beyond. I am the mother of two daughters and the grandmother of three Princesses and four young Knights. 

Jackie's Journey "Daughters of the King Devotional"

Look what"s NEW!

 DAUGHTERS OF THE KING DEV0TIONAL

is written with your Princess in mind! 

Daughters of the King Devotional is written for little girls who want to live like princesses.  This delightful book will help your little princess engage in Scripture and open her heart to God, as you join her in reading at night while being tucked into bed, in the morning devotion times or anytime.

~Jackie Johnson - I am a former tribal missionary to the Kuna Indians on the Colombian border in Central America.  Fluent in several languages, my husband and I currently pastor a Spanish-speaking church in Southern California.  My passion is discipling and equipping dedicated young women for life, marriage, motherhood, and beyond. I am the mother of two daughters and the grandmother of three Princesses and four young Knights.