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 |    We live much of life amid unique choices. Joy is anchored in The One beyond our life. |
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“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 (Philippians 2:13, KJV) https://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/2876959.Charles_Haddon_Spurgeon    |
| The heat of summer gives a key to understanding life on Earth. The thirst we feel can help us see our helplessness and living worth. The tragic wilting plants each day need water's gift to quench their thirst. By the Hand of God in rain's display or by human hands to slate it first. But either way, it's by God's Hands, for He made rain and He made Man. The point of the thinking comes to this, "The plants will die without a wet kiss." The plants cannot e'er move themselves like books upon great massive shelves until by kindness others move them unto a place of greater good. And so we thirst by the heat of human pride, until we lay our wicked pride aside. Thus humbled before the Savior's precious Throne, we lose ourselves to find, that we are known. The soul is stuck, unmovable in the ground, so thirsty from the heat of self, I've found, that a winsome Gardener must needs be found to bring some water to heal the parch and make me sing. O, Savior fair, to thee I thirst. Restore my leaves and blooms to shine. Please, make my day as at the first when You set me in the Garden fine. Plants need help and so do we. For always help first comes from Thee. Please, plant me where I'll be my best, defending me through every test. by Jay O'Toole on May 24th, 2019 |
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So beautifully written.
