Author name: Amanda Johnson

I can’t count the number of times someone told me to “Stay Safe” as we were finishing our interaction at the register or somewhere else in the store. They struck me funny, as they were usually preceded with episodes of forgotten phones and wallets, dropping items on the floor, etc. It’s interesting — that language

“You know what’s great about this show?” my teenager started as I wiped my tears. “It’s the only show that I’ve seen that assumes that life happens FOR us, not TO us.” We’d just finished the season finale of “God Friended Me,” and despite the somewhat cheesy lines and overcooked acting, the message of the

“Amanda, how are you?” he asked in his thick Colombian accent. “I’m well,” I responded and glanced up to smile at him before continuing my task of cleaning the café counter that had been destroyed by the dinner rush. “You look tired, Amanda. Is today your Friday?” His voice was full of concern. “Well, I

I was on the phone with an old friend who had known me for a long time and witnessed my passion and capacity for helping messengers. “How long do you think will you have to work there?” he asked after I told him I had a part-time job at Whole Foods. “I don’t exactly have to work

With True to Intention, I am blessed to work with messengers—visionaries who have developed solutions to massive problems in the world. These are not simple “how-to” folks. These are big picture, “we have to change this paradigm or there will some serious consequences” folks. These messages are elixirs they have been creating their entire adult

It was almost time to go home. My feet hurt. My back was ready for me to call it a day. Making change was becoming stupidly challenging. Come on, Amanda—just another twenty minutes. I glanced up at the last-minute-shopper line forming and forced a sleepy smile. “Hello, how are you tonight?” I asked her before

It was early July 2018 and time to write my book, Upside-Down Messenger. I’d told the world that it would be out in September, and my deadline for completing the manuscript was fast-approaching. But I was stuck. Sit down. Type a few words. Get stuck. Leave the office. Repeat. What is my problem? It’s not like I

“Do you have Prime?” I asked the smiling young woman on the other side of my register. “My husband does. His phone number is…” Her voice trailed off and I glanced up to see her eyes scanning her brain for the numbers. I smiled to myself and put the last few items into her bag

It was the day after Thanksgiving when I first noticed the magnet on the register at Whole Foods. My heart resonated a loud YES, while my mind offered a quiet HMMMM. Noticing a customer coming toward me, I waved at my register to indicate it was open, took my position, and got started. Beep. The barcode of