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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 https://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/2876959.Charles_Haddon_Spurgeon (Philippians 2:13, KJV)    |
| Wondrous days of Christmas cheer begin with NaNoWriMo’s done. Encouraging our friends make clear the way our vict’ry’s always won. A book complete with joy replete. We wish you all success be full. Hopeful days of gifts we greet, Strength and greater pull. Live the season wonder-filled, Peace inside today. Hearts of love are always thrilled. Truth is blest. Obey. by Jay O’Toole on November 30th, 2019 |
| Christmas childlike hopes for young, older, old twinkling lights through the night smells, tasty joy peaceful by Jay O'Toole on November 29th, 2019 |
Thankfulness in all we do Is easier said than done. We want respect quite through and through, but give respect we none or in limited release. Great thankfulness will change to gold the words we speak and pray. The hearts we love and ever hold will live beyond today. Oh, thank we all, our God and King for grace that makes us whole. Thanksgiving we will daily sing from here through lasting goal. Thanksgiving Day comes once a year, but thankful hearts will feast in every day through joy and tear, eternally increased. by Jay O’Toole on November 28th, 2019 |
Thankful hearts and thankful minds reduce life's misery. In sadness we run for the blinds, that no one us will see. We thank the Lord for days of grace upon this earthly sod. The Gift of Christ did full replace indebtedness to God. We thank you, Lord, for family, friends, who fill our lives with love. We hope, that when the skies do rend, we'll fellowship Above. Thanks be to God for yearly day to turn our hearts to praise. May all the mouths when open say, "Praise God for Hope to raise!" by Jay O'Toole on November 27th, 2019 |
The novel writing nears the end as creative juices flow. The word-counts loom and beckon, "Send!" as chapters daily grow. Your skills are summum bonum, Folks. Expect we best from you. The keys are making fastest strokes, completing all you do. We need not deal in writer's block for rough drafts are just that. The thoughts you know can flow and walk, then later carve the fat. "Success!" we bid you. "Finish strong!" The goal is nearly seen. We look to sing your victory song when this month's fully been. by Jay O'Toole on November 26th, 2019 |
My wife has had a wondrous birthday all day long today. I'm really glad, that she was born one lovely winter's morn to share my years now gray. A youthful face came down that aisle to meet me in full view of all our friends, who shared a smile, and join a home so new. I see that lovely teenaged face each morning when I wake. I'd go again to that holy place a bride for me to take. As Robert Browning smoothly bade, "Grow old with me. The best will be. The last for which the first was made." What lovely words! I agree with he. I love you, Dear! You bring me cheer. Your visage joy remaining clear. To give you words of daily praise is an easy task from my heart to raise. "Trust God. See all, and have no fear." My paraphrase references Robert Browning's original quote, which may be read here. https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/71023-grow-old-along-with-me-the-best-is-yet-to... by Jay O'Toole on November 25th, 2019 |
The weary heart can find it sad to sing a happy song, but mournful tones may make it glad, agreeing with some wrong. When starts the song, where we are at, a common heart emotes, then warms the metal in the vat, removing drossy notes. We never leave the dreary soul to languish in the slough, but give such hope to make it whole. We pour in some joy that's new. Oh, saddened one, your Lord is near. Just hear His tender voice. He sits with you until it's clear. His heart is your best choice. by Jay O'Toole on November 24th, 2019 |
You know you have a thing to say, but sometimes words are rare. The hope you need throughout the day, reducing daily care. The thing you think you're good at doing may draw an unkind tongue, but patience comes with faith ensuing to wait in a song that's sung. Simplistic thoughts seem light of weight to those, who need a clue. Yet, souls, who delve are never late, though words be plain and few. I'm rarely quite averse to verse. Oft prose will test my mind. Rhyming words are often terse, and plainest prose is kind. When will the world know what I'd say? When will they get just me? Must thoughts be formulaic play that's bound and never free? by Jay O'Toole on November 23rd, 2019 |
| winter’s day is cool gently bathes light in the shade rest for plants and all by Jay O’Toole on November 22nd, 2019 |
To be the help I'm called to be among my friends, and the lost I see is quite the matter easily known by those, who set Christ on the throne. My calling seeks to love each soul along the path to the heavenly goal. The job is simple. It starts with the tongue. We lift up praise, that needs to be sung. Each human has a value placed within the heart, that needs our grace. No breathing soul upon the Earth is like the God, Who gives new birth. Since we aren't God, Who judges right, let's bless all humans. Give them light. The worst of souls still needs to be loved. This love we have from God Above. Agreement may not be at the first, but hearts are softened by meeting thirst. Great evil may still live down here, but giving help and hope it's clear is my calling from God's heart so near. by Jay O'Toole on November 21st, 2019 |
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