Hope Scribbles

hope thou ever

It’s been a bit of a week. Nothing bad has happened. Lots of good things have happened. Hallelujah! And in the midst of it all – the sad tears and the happy tears and the secret wondering where God is to now and whether He really, truly, cross-His-heart cares – I read this …


“Knowest thou not that day follows night, that flood comes after ebb, that spring and summer succeed winter? Hope thou then! Hope thou ever! For God fails thee not. Dost thou not know that thy God loves thee in the midst of all this? Mountains, when in darkness hidden, are as real as in day, and God’s love is as true to thee now as it was in thy brightest moments.”

(Charles Haddon Spurgeon)

thirty for a month

Hello again, dear people who read Hope Scribbles. I haven’t written a lot recently. And by “recently” I mean, well, since April. If you’re still reading, thank you. I appreciate you being here!

Since I last wrote I’ve turned thirty years old and graduated too.

My life has been full of lots of little, everyday blessings too. Maybe I’ll write about some of them here. I don’t seem to have a lot of words at the moment, not for blogging, although I’m busy with a writing project.

Anyway … I’m pleased to report that (predictably?) it’s possible to survive turning thirty and not nearly as stressful BEING thirty as thinking (and worrying) about being thirty!

I think my motto for this new year and decade has been expressed beautifully already:

“So breathe it in and breathe it out
And listen to your heartbeat
There’s a wonder in the here and now
Its right there in front of you
I don’t want you to miss the miracle of the moment …”

(Steven Curtis Chapman)

The wisteria season is over for another year. Wisteria makes me think of dreams come true and home baked bread and Jane Austen heroines. I like to think that these pictures captured a little bit of the beauty of the blooms.














a princess moment

In recent years, the princess ideal has received bad press in Christian circles. Maybe too many years of Disney princesses have taken their toll and we equate princesses with entitlement and some foolish risks involving fiery dragons, poisoned apples and enchanted beasts. The general consensus seems to be that princesses are, if not actually evil, definitely undesirable because being a princess is all about “pink” and “glitter”.

As a British subject, however, I have a different perspective on princesses.

Being a princess isn’t about wearing glass slippers or having a walk-in closet full of tiaras.

Read the rest at Kindred Grace …


Picture Credit: Jenni Marie Photography


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