You may have noticed the picture at the top of this blog. The one that looks suspiciously like something you might find on the front of a CD album cover. (Which might be because of the words “debut album” floating across the bottom right-hand corner.)
Well, it’s not actually. A CD album cover, that is. It was booted out in favor of a different photo I had on hand. But there is a real CD album cover. Complete with accompanying CD case and CD. Amazing how far technology will take you these days. I hadn't the slightest clue what I was doing (and to be quite honest, I still don't think I really do). But due to the fact that God had me born in this time and place and not a thousand years ago or on the unnamed, deserted island I sometimes wish I was living on, I now have a CD. Designed, researched, edited, copyrighted, ordered, uploaded, and downloaded on the Internet. (Let me point out that you're also reading about this on the Internet.) Created in studio. Written at home. It’s entitled “Home” (the narrow winner over my second choice, “Internet”), and if you go to www.amazon.com right now, search MP3 downloads, and type in “Rebecca Johnson, Home,” it will show up. Unless your connection stops working. Which is what mine just did. The songs should also be making themselves available on itunes within the next couple weeks. And I have a myspace at www.myspace.com/rebeccasjohnson. I figured I might as well go all out.
So, how’d this all come about? . . . Well, that’s a good question. I think it started late one Monday night in Africa after I’d spent a day with orphan kids who weren’t wearing any shoes and couldn’t stop smiling at me. Or maybe it was before that in March when I stepped into an actual professional recording studio. Or possibly it was that first song I wrote back in fifth grade about eagles' wings. Or maybe God’s been planning this before the creation of the world.
“ ‘I know the plans I have for you,’ declares the Lord.” Which is why it’s absolutely okay that I don’t have a clue. Besides, this way, you can’t give me any of the credit or glory. It all goes to Him, right where it belongs.
