We can all be too prideful at times. We think our way is the right way and we don’t give enough time or perspective into another person’s way of doing things. I had lots of great conversations with my parents while I was visiting them last year in February 2020. Around the kitchen table, we got talking about my old university days in Seattle. I … Continue reading Humble Pie
I was scrolling through my old iPod (I say old iPod, because it’s usually sat in a drawer collecting dust, with the battery very low, and I haven’t updated it since I was living stateside eleven years ago!) and I was listening to songs that I had long forgotten from all those years ago. This third I will put into the fire; I will refine … Continue reading Whatever Is Of Worth
And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love. 1 Corinthians 13:13 Last June, a pastor and his wife from New Zealand were guest speakers at our church and I was very touched by their story. Both David and Greta Peters had suffered tragedies throughout their lifetimes but brought the message of God’s hope, learned by trusting in … Continue reading Faith. Hope. Love.
This morning did not get off to a good start. It wasn’t dreadful but I found myself completely frustrated and even angry. Our lovely children, who really are lovely a lot of the time, chose to ignore me throughout the “getting ready” part of the morning. Asking once, twice, and even a third time to do simple tasks like using the toilet and getting dressed … Continue reading For The Hundredth Time
In our early marriage, one of the things I quickly observed and have now really understood about Charlie’s parents is their passion for DIY. From painting to new carpet, a new kitchen to putting up fresh wallpaper and laminate flooring, a good old “Mead” project seems to be in their blood. And Charlie’s certainly taking in their footsteps. On Sunday, we took a break from … Continue reading Good As New
Joy A. Mead 