We live much of life amid unique choices. Joy is anchored in The One beyond our life. |
“There are times when solitude is better than society, and silence is wiser than speech. We should be better Christians if we were more alone, waiting upon God, and gathering through meditation on His Word spiritual strength for labour in his service. We ought to muse upon the things of God, because we thus get the real nutriment out of them. . . . Why is it that some Christians, although they hear many sermons, make but slow advances in the divine life? Because they neglect their closets, and do not thoughtfully meditate on God's Word. They love the wheat, but they do not grind it; they would have the corn, but they will not go forth into the fields to gather it; the fruit hangs upon the tree, but they will not pluck it; the water flows at their feet, but they will not stoop to drink it. From such folly deliver us, O Lord. . . .” ― Charles Spurgeon “Our anxiety does not empty tomorrow of its sorrows, but only empties today of its strengths.” ― C. H. Spurgeon “Hope itself is like a star- not to be seen in the sunshine of prosperity, and only to be discovered in the night of adversity.” ― Charles Haddon Spurgeon “If sinners be damned, at least let them leap to Hell over our dead bodies. And if they perish, let them perish with our arms wrapped about their knees, imploring them to stay. If Hell must be filled, let it be filled in the teeth of our exertions, and let not one go unwarned and unprayed for.” ― Charles Spurgeon “A Bible that’s falling apart usually belongs to someone who isn’t.” ― Charles Spurgeon “Visit many good books, but live in the Bible.” ― Charles Spurgeon “When your will is God's will, you will have your will.” ― Charles Spurgeon https://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/2876959.Charles_Haddon_Spurgeon (Philippians 2:13, KJV) |
"Heavenly Father, make me know the heart of childhood evermore. Make Christmastide my peace to know throughout the year to ever store." December days are oft a rush with homes to trim and meals to make, we're ever looking for a hush, and moments with the Lord to take. But when the year is fresh and new, it's here, that Christmas is the best. The flurried holidays are through with peace our canvas and our rest. The world, it knows each Christmas brief of gifts unwrapped and stuffing gone, but childlike hearts all know Relief when seasoned greetings start the fun. This January, light a tree and read of Nick, the sainted one. Endure the cold the heart to free by sitting on the porch anon. The year is young. Mysterious days are made by God to paint through us. His peace infused in all displays Creation makes to help our trust. The child within knows Christmastide means days of rest and joyful play. "O, Jesus, help me gift my pride to You, Who gift me Life today." (John 3:16) by Jay O'Toole on January 13th, 2021 |