My name is Joyce Elizabeth McConnell. But everyone calls me Joy. Thanks for joining me!
Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton
by Mike McConnell
Our family attends 11 am mass, so typically it’s not difficult to arrive on time. But yesterday we overslept. We ran out of the house at 11:02, and we entered the church at 11:11.
Father was preaching about the Beatitudes. He quoted:
Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted.
Blessed are the meek, for they will inherit the earth.
Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they will be filled.
I looked down and smiled at the hungry little girl in my arms, my meek and hungry little girl, who sucked on her bottle and gazed at everything and everyone around her.
Sisters Andi and Mary smiled at her, wanting to have their turns at holding and feeding her. But I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Ten-week-old Joy looked at the tall ceilings and stained glass with bemused curiosity.
I looked at my wife, Deb. We smiled and understood that we are blessed indeed.