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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)    |
Lifted off into the sky, the astronauts now flying high. We pray for their successful trip, and that our world can get a grip. The newest aircraft now aloft hath entered orbit, that quite soft. Endured they did at least three G's to break the bonds of gravity. The ocean voyage of great space should last, until the new morn's grace when they must dock with ISS, a new step for our race to bless. Their days of work throughout months four can give new hope, for us explore, and when they come to Earth, again, we pray our health will truly win. Yet, someday soon God's Will be done when trumpet calls unto the Son. He'll light the candle with a bloom, that snatches saints out of their room. A checklist will not be a thing. An eyeblink's change and we will sing. We'll move on His great Power Alone, and bow before His Heavenly Throne. The Dragon Crew was launched today with longtime skills still on display, but when the Master comes to call, each face before Him then will fall. by Jay O'Toole on May 30th, 2020 |
As midnight comes we close the day of tasks to do and words to say. We cherish dreams through restful hours of flying clouds and shady bowers. As midnight comes we hope for peace, reduction of this Woe's increase. We pray for healthy days' return, and kindness in these days have learned. As midnight comes engulfed by dark, "Oh, Lord, cause fear to disembark and turn this ship to a better course. Sustain us with Your great Resource." As midnight comes the new we see to leave the past our way to free. Prepare us for Eternity, that Your great Glory grows. "As midnight comes, Lord, make us new. Please, daily fit us more for You, that when this life is finally through Your Joy in us we'll know." As midnight comes great Hope is found. Your Light in darkness doth abound. Your children can't be held in the ground, our freedom's always near. As midnight comes we close the day. Our deeds are done in Your Call obeyed. Our hearts are full, on You they're stayed, the One we hold so dear. by Jay O'Toole on May 29th, 2020 |
Sit and soak and wait right here. Listen for His Voice. In His time it's newly clear. It's always by His Choice. The filling you so much desire will come by His own skill to take you with Him ever higher in the time of His own Will. To wait is not a wasted hour. To wait makes hearts restored. To wait brings stronger grace and power when waiting on the Lord. The waiting time is for our good. It makes us more like Him. The Hope we hold more understood makes the joy of heart to brim. by Jay O'Toole on May 28th, 2020 |
The grayest days become the night of ev'ry downcast soul. Each challenge seen becomes a plight for those with hearts, not whole. The grayest times become a day for those with sunshine core. Each challenge gives us hope and may lift feet up off the floor. The viral days of sickness rare depress the weakest men. No hope for the future causes care and Fear, the greatest sin. The viral days cause the need for a cure, and stalwart men succeed to find our health's great victor, sure, in boldness through each deed. The fainting hearts see Problem's horde, and no way to survive. They look to self and not the Lord. They lose their strength and drive. The joy-filled hearts see Problem's few. They win the day and hour. Our Lord gives grace. Each day is new with Mercy for our Power. The Stone of Christ perspective rules to make our lives be known. A crushing Stone displays the fools, but on It fall as honed. by Jay O'Toole on May 27th, 2020 |
The universe expands and grows as God is making all. This curtain opened, now it flows as hearts receive His Call. So many stars, and objects rare, and never have we seen these places close, to stop and stare, such thoughts on which to lean. We know the Earth, and planets eight, the sun 'round which we race. The truth not known is really great to bolster Pride's disgrace. The Earth is big and we are small. It's height and depth just scratched. The humans here will ne'er know all before life's last dispatch. Of sister planets know we some, a tiny thumbnail sketch, and e'er we there by rockets come our tombstones they will etch. The sun will not we view and map, unless we go at night. Such humor lays the buffoon a trap before he sees his plight. The universe is vast, unknown as the world, that we may trod. So little know we on our own without the help of God. What know we of His Majesty! What know we of His Grace! When will our hearts and minds be free His fingers yet to trace. The vastness of each human made requires unequaled skill. His every word the stars obeyed, the night with colors fill. My deepest guess regards the things, that fill this outer space. Are these just waste of which He sings, or needful in His Grace? Is there an object with no use for the making of a man? Or is my mind a bit obtuse to try to know His Plan? That Man is so complex to make must really be quite clear. Are properties, that He would take those only of Man, near? Or could it be in bliss to see, that God can use it all? Each object made of use by He to breathe Man 'fore the Fall. The strings of life in minute deft are played by skillful Hands. The marionette remains bereft of life without His Plans. The One, who holds the worlds aloft, and changes day to night can draw all things in movements soft, give life to Man just right. What is this thought, that Man may live because some distant "thing" is needed there all life to give on Earth to cause us sing? Or is effusive beauty made to lavish on His Bride, that when He by the cross obeyed, we'd live for once he died? by Jay O'Toole on May 26th, 2020 |
My living space, becoming small. I'm here within. I've none to call. Is there some hope, that all's not lost? This separation has a cost. My tiny life has kept at bay the loving souls, who come my way. I'd give them hugs if I knew how, but all I've now is "wave and bow." My life of smallness in a room has four main walls, a kind of tomb. Before we start to live, again, defeat we must this virus sin. I have not very much to do, but look for water stains so new. Yet, rare do stains as this appear. The roof is fixed and hope is clear. The others, who are like me some were often wont my house to come, but now their faces I see rare, which causes oft my heart to care. Fie, Bitterness, from me be gone! My Day of sadness, now new dawn to climb the mount of hopeful view. I'm sick of thee, for aye eschew. My soul's great battle, day to day, is living from my loves away. I see the news by YouTube post as Sickness makes it's new day's boast. But get a canvas, sling some paint for this dark day a thief it ain't. My creativity shall live. More goodness to my world I'll give. I have some wire to jewelry make, and knitting yarn to joyous take a-binding knots complete the round as newly necklace, there be found. A business now bequeaths me start. This distance from my world imparts a gift to draw me close, again. No more defeat. It makes me win! by Jay O'Toole on May 25th, 2020 |
To live this life we learn of grief. We live with pain and some relief. The times of peace are wondrous, Yes! But others groan and need us to bless. The days of rest are needful, true, but tender hearts may sense in you some painful thing, that needs their care 'til both are strong through daily prayer. This land of Earth is broken sore with pain, that meets us at our core. The loss we feel can take our breath of others laid in cold sod death. Oh, Prince of Life, we need Your Smile to lift us from our cares awhile. Remind us, Lord, that through our loss, there's resurrection through Your Cross. We live with grief. Our Normal's gone, but resurrection through Your Dawn will give us Hope throughout our day, that nights of Joy Your Will obey. by Jay O'Toole on May 23rd, 2020 |
Faithful God, each daily step, You make for Your own Purpose rare. You give new life and strength adept, removing every worthless care. Faithful God, Your Way is True. You guide each step of Earthly days. My hope secure is all in You in Joy embracing all Your Ways. Faithful God, the care You give along this road through every breath will make each day for You I live a gift of praise, until through death I'm brought to serve You evermore for You are this sheep's lasting Door. Faithful God, in You I rest from tests of life and daily deeds. My heart is always fully blest by You, the One, Who meets my needs. Faithful God, Who sought this sheep among the steep and rugged crags. You've given me a place to sleep. You've changed my clothes from shredded rags. by Jay O'Toole on May 22nd, 2020 |
walls are closing in will it all be better soon? hope never runs dry by Jay O'Toole on May 21st, 2020 |
Rainy days and points of view may change perspectives when we're through. Some folks love a rainy day with time to paint and time to play. Other people find it tough to see the hope in rain enough, but rainy days and points of view may help perspectives me to you. Rainy days will make to dance my wife, whose art will then advance. Rainy days will cause me sleep in ways and levels really deep. When you meet a rainy day be sure to live it come what may. Good or bad, it's in the eyes, a gift from God. Please, don't despise. by Jay O'Toole on May 20th, 2020 |
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