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) |
The doctor presses on my tongue a popsicle stick in hand demands from me an "Ah" as sung. This seems a silly plan. Ah feel like ah am now depressed. Is that what you would like? Ah came to you to make the best of my body, not my psyche. I joke to lift me up a bit. Depression's such a weight. It helps me go, and not to quit, to keep from being late. I've spent much time upon my back depressed, and from hope free. Still lying there in all I'd lack, perspective made me see. Great sadness laid its upper-cut and laid me out for the count. while wounded to my very gut the sky became my fount. The stars were goals, that helped me take a step by step each day. Then, goals once reached, new ones I'd make, and hope was on display. Depression still can get me down, but poems get me up, again. Some weary days can cause me frown, but hope now saves my wounded chin. by Jay O’Toole on June 11th, 2021 |