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) |
A mini pool, that treats me well in summer's blazing sun gives wondrous joy. I live to tell, that life is truly fun! My lips and throat are like the dry and brittle desert floor, until my mini pool comes nigh to fill me up some more. The plants of green and colors bright start wearing khaki pants, my mini pool soothes roots just right to change to "cans" their "can'ts." The furry babies splay to sleep with pants worn on the tongue. My mini pool their bodies keep, and new hope soon is sung. Refreshing coldness, slating plunge are found by diving in. The needs of the core do all expunge, when tongue his hope doth win. I toss the pool on parched pores. They thank me soaked anon. The mini pool my hair adores. Their feelings are as one. My mini pool has learned to tap, and dance with skill, it does upon my hair and face and lap. Relief from heat the cause. This mini pool in all its bliss has just one tiny flaw. Its size is really just a kiss compared with the need so raw. Line Count: 32 by Jay O'Toole on June 3rd, 2019 |