This week my daughter, Anna, wanted to draw a butterfly but was struggling to do a detailed drawing without looking at an image. That’s when I was reminded of the magnet on our fridge of the beautiful monarch butterfly. These delicate, orange and black beauties are some of the most lovely, little creatures and I remember being a girl myself, fascinated by seeing the clusters … Continue reading Healing In His Wings
The patriotic bunting has been placed in our bay window! Scones (with chocolate chips mixed in!) have been made with my son. Even special ice cream cone cakes were lovingly baked by my daughter in anticipation. Lots of dirty dishes were created too, but it was worthwhile smelling the sweet aroma of baking throughout the house! There’s something wonderfully exciting when a celebration is nationwide. … Continue reading A Time To Pause & Celebrate – Part 1
Winter in England brings out descriptive words of dark, grey, cold, and damp. Before 25th December, bad weather is tolerated since the anticipation of Christmas festivities outweighs the annoyance of dreary, cold weather. But after Christmas and especially into January and February, I long for signs of spring. It’s not been a particularly cold winter, but it has been very grey and rainy at times, … Continue reading He Refreshes My Soul
Cleaning out unused or outgrown clothes from the wardrobe normally gives me a sense of great accomplishment. Not only can the clothes stop taking up valuable space in the wardrobe, but they can be very useful to others and a sense of joy comes through knowing they are going on to new homes. But every now and then, a certain item of my kids’ clothes … Continue reading Farewell Little Raincoat
It was a routinely normal day as I got the children ready for school and headed off. Once parked up, we had our usual chat and prayed together before going to the school gate. There were hugs and then both Anna and Luke walked in with smiles and confidence into school. But they carried with themselves something else that is often unspoken of and yet … Continue reading Remembering The Cost Of Freedom
Joy A. Mead 