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) |
With tones of loving music’s bliss viola helps me navigate. We start each practice with a kiss in peaceful moment’s daily date. I start with scales upon the plate as posture, fingers hold the tone I pause to think as wonders wait I’ll make the solo all my own. Viola’s quite the beauteous miss her strings are taut at greatest rate. I care for her as dearest sis. The growth we share’s the honored trait. The notes land lightly on my pate and sink down to my very bones. The joy in words we need not state. I’ll make the solo all my own. Our daily practice leads to bliss as Miss Viola rests her weight upon my shoulder, notes to kiss, my thirst for music oft to slate. The latest page, an open gate, to frolic through the grass unknown. The joy needs never e’er abate. I’ll make the solo all my own. Recital nears its final date. My heart’s anticipation groans, “To play the fool or stand as great, I’ll make the solo all my own!” by Jay O'Toole on May 1st, 2019 |