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Continue reading →: An Unbreakable BondWhen my British husband and I got married and I moved from San Francisco to London, I couldn’t yet imagine what it would look like to raise a family with my mother living five thousand miles and an ocean apart—with no chance of any daily, practical support. Three years later,…
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Continue reading →: This is our FridayQuick feet rush excitedly through the front door with eager anticipation of a weekly family tradition. School bags are carelessly tossed on the dining room floor while uniform bits are discarded in a trail around the house in exchange for comfy clothes. A sigh of relief is deeply exhaled by…
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Continue reading →: Rest For Your SoulsHave you ever felt like a character in a Where’s Wally scene—lost among the crowds of people? Every Christmas, I traditionally go to the charity shops in November and December looking for jigsaw puzzles for Anna and Luke. We’ve been doing this since the children were little and Luke’s puzzle…
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Continue reading →: Humble BeginningsEvery Christmastime, our children excitedly open boxes of Christmas decorations and transform our home into a festive, inviting space as we enter the season of Advent—waiting for Jesus’ birth. Charlie helps set up our large Christmas tree in our dining room, I get out all the ornaments, and Anna and…
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Continue reading →: Do Not Fear the DarknessWhen I was a little girl growing up in Northern California, I used to get excited when we would have a gray (American) weather day. In the land of plentiful sunshine, it felt like a novelty to experience an overcast sky and even better if accompanied by a drizzling shower. …
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Continue reading →: Reflections From My Hiding Place“Forty-eight, forty-nine, fifty—ready or not, here I come!” said my husband as he started his search for our son, Luke. This was an outside game of hide-and-seek in our back garden. Charlie looked in all the usual places such as the alleyway behind the bins and around the back of…
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Continue reading →: The Gift of Love, Wisdom, and TimeOne of the most precious memories I have of my grandma is seeing her cuddle and play with my daughter and son—her great grandchildren. About five years ago, we were at my parents’ house visiting San Francisco from London. I was busily preparing a meal when my mom rushed in…
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Continue reading →: A Loving FatherOver a decade ago when my husband and I were first considering having a baby, I remember there being a time of waiting. I felt ready to have a child and grow our family however, Charlie needed a bit more time. I didn’t realise it then, but he was already…
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Continue reading →: I Will Always Stand Up For YouAs I stood on the playground at pick up, I could see that look in my boy’s eyes that said things weren’t great at school. I knew exactly what he was going to say in words—a classmate had pushed him around, again. My son has been in the same primary…
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Continue reading →: Ready or Not, Joyfully SurprisedIt was a pleasant, sunny day and the laughter of little girls was in the air. I was hosting a play date at our house for my nearly three-year-old daughter. After settling the girls with some pretzels and apple slices, I sat down at our patio table with the mum…
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I’m Joy
Welcome to my blog! I hope you will be encouraged by my Christian reflections on everyday happenings, motherhood, and transatlantic life.
Joy A. Mead 