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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    |
Quiet minutes fill my soul with a needed balm. Peaceful moments make me whole, furnished, blessed with calm. Sleeping loved ones now so still. Writer's fingers dance. Heartfelt thoughts express my will. Choice, that's not a chance. "Sleep," my body starts to plead. Early morning hours spent in time of write or read builds some lofty towers. by Jay O'Toole on August 31st, 2019 |
| The way seems long upon the road to Day. Our hope is tested 'round each turn and bend. At last we'll see the smile of Christ display. With effort we seem bent our strength to lend, forgetting Jesus shed His Blood for us to cause the chasm's rift with God to mend. Our Sin has rendered efforts worthless thus. This Christ redeemed us from eternal loss. His goodness for our bad. Now Mercy's just. To spend one Friday on a cruel cross shows greater love than human heart can know. The smelter's pot has burned away the dross. The Savior walked out from the grave to show, that Death could never hold the Lord of all. Now, sinners may be made as white as snow. Our efforts now obey the Savior's call in gratitude for He has saved from sin. We give to Him our lives, each part, our all. These efforts on the upward way in joy show happy children in the Lord's employ. The way seems long upon the road to Day. At last we'll see the smile of Christ display. by Jay O'Toole on August 30th, 2019 |
playful sparring's seen dogs and cats may live as friends respect can be learned by Jay O'Toole on August 29th, 2019 |
plants all grow and rest days so bright with nights so black both bring strongest health by Jay O'Toole on August 28th, 2019 |
shaded from the sun thriving best beneath the great gifted in one's place by Jay O'Toole on August 27th, 2019 |
| The heat of ev'ry day beads sweat on brow. Each bath time brings me moment's sweet relief. "A recent snow upon a heavy bough" brings hope to soul, now filled with summer's grief. This pleasant dream throughout the days of heat dares plant some peace within the core of me. To wake astride some blust'ry, snow-banked street would bid me wrap up cozy now to be. The little lights around each window's ledge with fleecy coat upon my new-chilled skin calls mind to share in Scrooge's redeemed pledge to keep blest Christmas fully heart within. The glistened pate may sit 'neath hopeful shade with mind it's winter's peace inside displayed. by Jay O'Toole on August 26th, 2019 |
light upon the grass gentle drink for thirsty plants drops arose before by Jay O’Toole by August 25th, 2019 |
Daily are the tasks. Do them well. by Jay O'Toole on August 24th, 2019 |
| When I sit in a lonely chair the burden of my fellow man is silent in my resting ears, but then I walk outside my door. The hurts assail me, where I stand. Compassion in the heart of me sends groans throughout my weary soul. Desire to help's beyond all fears. I hold the door, the crutch I see. A tearful child needs Mom to find. Some walking friend needs water's cup. A meal with me makes homeless whole. But are these gifts the best of kind? How much do I help the full need? I've helped a few, but more await. Now, back at home I sit and sup. The world of hurts makes heart to bleed, but little does more than just stare. "Do what you can from shore to shore," the world thus bids in daily gait. by Jay O'Toole on August 23rd, 2019 |
| A lot of drive is good to have with much in life to daily do. The farmer plants and hinds all calve and humans joyful seek the new. The new approaches late this morn as human daughter wants to drive. A test to pass, career is born as skills are learned to master, thrive. A lot of drive in coming days. We'll practice once and practice more as daughter now each rule obeys, while father sits by rider's door. I wish I was the farmer now with pristine fields to spin and grind. First gear might growl, the second plow, what treasure we would daily find! But there's no dust to coat our truck. There's asphalt on the streets I've found. A parking lot will give us pluck. We'll drive and practice 'round and 'round. A lot of drive it takes methinks to sit while others learn to drive. As hope doth float or sometimes sinks I'll pray she learns and grows and thrives. But first a book of words she'd pass, before a license gives her leave to find the road her latest class as father smiles and dabs his sleeve. A lot of drive is what we need, experience to get with peace. We'll share the road, in wisdom lead, maintaining trust with each police. by Jay O'Toole on August 22nd, 2019 |
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So beautifully written.