#jan struther

[walkswithmyfather]

Friend, you may never have heard of this English hymn, but this is the song that came to my heart "at my waking" today. I pray these lyrics over you and your family and over everyone because everyone needs our God throughout every day. I pray this in Jesus' mighty name, Amen. 🙏

“Lord Of All Hopefulness” By Jan Struther (1931)

“Lord of all hopefulness

Lord of all joy

Whose trust ever child-like

No cares could destroy

Be there at our waking

And give us we pray

Your bliss in our hearts Lord

At the break of the day

Lord of all eagerness

Lord of all faith

Whose strong hands were skilled

At the plane and the lathe

Be there at our labours

And give us we pray

Your strength in our hearts Lord

At the noon of the day

Lord of all kindliness

Lord of all grace

Your hands swift to welcome

Your arms to embrace

Be there at our homing

And give us we pray

Your love in our hearts Lord

At the eve of the day

Lord of all gentleness

Lord of all calm

Whose voice is contentment

Whose presence is balm

Be there at our sleeping

And give us we pray

Your peace in our hearts Lord

At the end of the day.”

[More about the songwriter and the hymn.]

[oftwodarkmoons]

To be entirely at leisure for one day is to be for one day an immortal: according to the Chinese proverb she ought to have been feeling god-like. But the small, dull weight continued to drag and nag.

Jan Struther, Mrs Miniver

[yesterdaysprint]

Chicago Tribune, August 13, 1950

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[theepiscopalchurch]

Evening Prayer

Lord of all gentleness, Lord of all calm, whose voice is contentment, whose presence is balm, be there at our sleeping and give us we pray, your peace in our hearts, Lord, at the end of the day. ~ Jan Struther

[suevincent]

Three faces

For November, it was a surprisingly pleasant morning. In need of somewhere to go to stretch our lockdown-cramped legs, we wandered to a neighbouring village to explore its history. Whilst personal preference may direct our attention to the ancient face of the land, it was because of more recent memory that we had landed in Whitchurch… this sleepy little backwater, like every other town, village…

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[suevincent]

Three faces

For  November, it was a surprisingly pleasant morning. In need of somewhere to go to stretch our lockdown-cramped legs, we wandered to a neighbouring village to explore its history. Whilst personal preference may direct our attention to the ancient face of the land, it was because of more recent memory that we had landed in Whitchurch… this sleepy little backwater, like every other town, village…

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[paulinedorchester]

I have come back here to find a job... I don't know yet what kind of job I can get, if any. Driving, for choice. What I hanker for, of course, is to be put at the beck and call of some very important hush-hush sort of man who needs to be driven very fast in a long-nosed powerful car to mysterious destinations. From time to time my passenger would glance down at his watch, then backwards over his shoulder, and say briefly, ‘Step on it, Mrs. M.’ And I should see in the driving-mirror a supercharged straight eight, disguised as a grocer's van, rapidly gaining on us. Yes, definitely, that would be just my cup of tea. But either this type of man is dying out — which I should deplore — or else, which is more likely, he does his own driving. In the meanwhile I am helping at whatever odd jobs I can find — addressing envelopes, rolling bandages, &c. — and enjoying, more than I can say, being back in London, which is unbelievably impressive.

Jan Struther, Mrs. Minver (1940)