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
Scattered pieces of ceramic lay all over my kitchen floor. Within seconds, I had a clumsy moment of taking out a jar from an already overpacked cupboard. In the process, I knocked a bottle off the shelf, which perfectly landed on the plate below on the counter. You get the idea! Just like that, I lost another plate! It’s not the first time I’ve had … Continue reading Beauty In The Broken Pieces
This week, I had the pleasure of writing a guest post for the lovely website, Rest & Chaos. It’s part of a weekly Lent series on God answering our prayers in His way and timing. I hope you’re encouraged my friends! 🙏❤️🙏 https://restandchaos.com/when-the-holy-spirit-leads/ Continue reading When The Holy Spirit Leads: Guest Post for Rest & Chaos
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
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
Just a few weeks ago, I was picking up Anna from Rainbows and to my shock, she had the largest, red graze on her left cheek. She had been focused on a running game that she was playing with the other girls and was going so fast that it was too late to stop herself from colliding with the wall of the church hall. She … Continue reading Bumps, Bruises, and Scars
Joy A. Mead 