Beka Johnson

Beka is a SaaS marketing director working in the faith sector. In her free time, you can find her gardening, crafting, reading, traveling, throwing dinner parties, writing, playing board games, watching films, building LEGO cities, and/or drinking fancy bourbon cocktails.

  • 22 Posts

    Self Betrayal | Friendship Gone Wrong

    There’s something jarring about a person betraying his brand and stubbornly sitting in that broken promise like it’s who he’s been along. It’s an act of self-betrayal before it’s an act of any other sort of betrayal.

    Furniture | A Better You in You

    There’s a piece of furniture in my family that’s almost become sort of a character in our stories. It’s terrified little girls and beat up little boys. I don’t know if it’s got a heart, but it’s definitely got soul…

    Eternity | Changing Seasons

    When I think of seasons, I think of Cummings and the inevitable, ordinary passing of days. And it reminds me that I’m just a human like other humans (down they forgot as up they grew). I was born, and one day I’ll die.

    Inbound | Why I Heart It

    By giving control back to the people, we allow them to control their own level of engagement with us. That puts the burden back on us to produce truly excellent content…

    Goodness | Hot + Sour

    Maybe we eat spicy foods because we’re culinary masochists, or maybe we just know pain and growth are tied together in ways we cannot and should not ignore.

    “The most important things are the hardest to say. They are the things you get ashamed of because words diminish them—words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they’re brought out. But it’s more than that, isn’t it? The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you’ve said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it. That’s the worst, I think. When the secret stays locked within not for want of a teller but for want of an understanding ear.” —Stephen King