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Continue reading →: The Little JugTo anyone else, this just looks like a basic jug for water. And it is practically a useful item, but, to me, it represents so much more than that. A few years ago now, my husband accidentally broke one of our jugs and then unfortunately last year, I broke another…
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Continue reading →: The Memory MakersI could feel my anxiety level rising. It was their winter break with both my daughter and son at home from school. Within the first day, my thoughts raced to questions of what activities we would do together for the next week. As nice as going on trips and vacations…
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Continue reading →: The Rescue Plan“Are you sure this is what you want me to do, Father?” “It is the only way, Son. I love my people, though they continue to go astray like sheep. Sending you to save them is the only way to get them back.” “Your will be done, Father. I will…
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Continue reading →: Measuring Mama’s WorkI often cringe at being asked this question, “What did you do today?” As a stay-at-home mama and homemaker, I often wonder how do I even begin to quantify my day’s work? It’s complex and really doesn’t fit into a neat box of what society tells me to be aiming…
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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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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 