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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)    |
Sunshine lifts the fainting heart, feeling rather blue, wond'ring how to make to part this mourning, that seems new. "Whence did come, thee, darkened cloud? Why so large thy ling'ring shroud? Relief, please, come for each new day to help me joy, and learn to play." Sunshine nourishes the skin, relieving much fatigue. The benefits can cause to win a team from any league. "Dear Light of Sun, bid all be light to live your joyous gift, that when we lose our strength and might our hearts in brightness lift." "I thank Thee, Lord, Creator Blest, for shining sunlight, now. This Smile can help through ev'ry test. Salvation: 'Joyful bow.'" by Jay O’Toole on January 7th, 2023 |
Crisp the air, that ends the day, Dimming sun for ambiance, Silhouettes stand on display. Resisting night in its advance. Two orbs of light hang in their place to guide the way for some to walk. The color lights of Christmas Grace explode in Joy, that posts can talk. The World has left the Christmas town, That lives inside each childlike heart, but there our blessings aye abound, that make the dancing always start. I think some wonder why exult we day by day ‘neath Christmas rain, while playful things do catapult the ones we were when childful sane. “Oh, give us bliss this 23, that Christmas spirit lives anon to make us from all burdens free, and kiss the child within each one.” A coffee shop I soon would start to be a playground for the young. We’ll decorate in whole and part as lights illumine, songs are sung. Fear not, adults, who cannot see the treasured moments, Christmas play. We’ll have some rooms to coffee thee with couch and sofa ev’ry day. A Cup of Santa, joyful bliss, that causes us to find respite within a room we solace this to find us Christmas for a night. We may not need on ev’ry day the Kringle Cup, Good Santa’s Joe, but it would be there as I say, “A fine retreat, a place to go.” ‘Tis but a thought, a lifetime dream, a peaceful place, that offers rest for those for whom Christ’s loving beams bring rescue from each daily test. by Jay O’Toole on January 6th, 2023 |
longer days approach colder temps keep plants dormant this new year has come by Jay O’Toole on January 5th, 2023 |
Rippled, rolling thunder sounds, often BOOM alarms. Rainy falls on the porch abound, carried by His Arms. Thunder in the heart of man, shaken by distress. Watching, waiting, shattered plan, "Help" from a lifelike mess. Thunderstorms seem harsh at first. The noisy sounds break peace, but earthly plants are quenched of thirst. Emotions find release. What can the God of all, that's made be doing in this clash 'tween what's not seen, and what's displayed when Hope's a pile of ash? The newest forests of the West were seeded in great heat when old things burned in a firey test when new things beauty meet. E'en thunderstorms their hopes do give to those who wait, and watch, releasing grace, and ways to live, 'neath Wings to peaceful lodge. (Psalm 91:1-4, KJV) The storm will last for but a time. The benefits increase. His ways with Man are true, sublime. His lasting gift is peace. (John 6:37,44, KJV) by Jay O’Toole on January 4th, 2023 |
The geese above my house do fly. They form a "V," while flying past. Their conversations none deny. They honk their calls in loudest blast. So much we learn as God has planned through His dear creatures, small and great. "Just live your lives throughout the land, and let the Lord fill up your plate." The daily task of back and forth may seem mundane, and fruitless, too, but when we live as we are worth, we'll find great value when its through. by Jay O’Toole on January 3rd, 2023 |
Standing in this great porch view, the misty hills I see. So tinged with orange or with blue, this new day calls to me. Will talents of the past be used? Will new gifts joyful show? Will mundane life become amused? Can an older man still grow? A new year offers many things to all, who stop to look. The hopeful heart lifts joy, and sings, its words, a published book. But even if the moments wait, before the new begins, the peaceful breaths do work that's great, preparing us for wins. Sometimes the valley seems so dark of rainbow's shady hues, but when it's time to leave, embark, you'll see you've paid your dues. The highest heights, that God has planned, oft start with muddy trudge. The firmest plots of Beulah land are after Despond's sludge. The honor we so long to know at God's Own Gracious Hand is found in patience through the Slow, the way, that He has planned. by Jay O’Toole on January 2nd, 2023 |
Starting new to live a year, this slate is fully clean. The fog has lifted, now it's clear. What Hope is to be seen! Starting new upon this day with leaves of dates to go. Let's speak the Truth in all we say, with so much more to know. Starting new with ev'ry breath, we'll build as God directs, and follow all the words He saith. His Light we can reflect. by Jay O’Toole on January 1st, 2023 |
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