%%USERNAME%%    %%ACCWORDS%% %%ONOFF%% |
 |    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)    |
waiting quietly flora, fauna list to hear Creator's heartbeats by Jay O'Toole on November 20th, 2019 |
The first bed for the Bread of Life was a manger serving ani-meals. He came to save us from all strife, restoring hope 'neath cruelty's heels. He lived in all obscurity, a hidden life, unknown, to bring each human surety for fellowship atone. The unknown Lord created all, demanding not a name, but list'ning for each needy call removing sin and shame. He had no place to lay His head. He took no money oft. He slept on the nearest, rudest bed with His Spirit quite aloft. The deeds of this blest, precious Man could fill the world with books, but by His most auspicious plan, He saves the faintest looks. The borrowed manger, unknown days, the borrowed cross, the borrowed tomb these all were second-hand to praise the first respected of the womb. This most unique of humankind arose to live unequalled bliss, but joy of joy to ones, who find, His life is theirs to whom they kiss. The Highest came to lowest be, that lowest worms restored He'd make. Though once was blind, I now do see. His wondrous Word, I choosing take. by Jay O'Toole on November 19th, 2019 |
sitting in a pot still time waits for blooms to come patience is growth's soil by Jay O'Toole on November 18th, 2019 |
time waits whispers clear crickets barely chirp a song quiet peaceful rest by Jay O'Toole on November 17th, 2019 |
meeting thirsty needs rain comes down without abate plants all sit and soak by Jay O'Toole on November 16th, 2019 |
The treasure found within a field full worth, a lifetime's gold. "I must have that for future yield," the finder's heart then told. He found the owner, bought it quick, with hidden gemstone in the thick. Transaction ever bold is worth the losses it has healed. The life of Man is but a Day. He lives within a dash. The treasures keep his full display, reducing worth to cash. The wise ones see, that worth's enlarged by holding stock in Christ so charged. When dies the living flash redeem-ed heart lives full for aye. To glimpse unseen reveals the real for body's sight is less than all the vision God doth seal for those whom He would bless. The spirit realm holds priceless gem once purchased by the Blood of Him. Enjoin your heart caress the One with Whom we have to deal. Salvation's hope will cost you naught. Salvation's Lord has paid the price to find the one He's sought, arose from where was laid. The priceless gem was in Christ's eyes. Each long-lost sheep made ease despise. His Father's Love obeyed to bring Him dear ones duly bought. by Jay O'Toole on November 14th, 2019 |
Loving plants can burden the heart. Frosty breath throughout the yard creates a pang 'bout new day's start. Will plants yet live when times are hard? The plants are sheltered overhead, and 'round four sides with drafty door. My faith seems weak when nighttime dread repeats my prayers to Him implore. We bring the cats and dog inside to shelter them from cold, hard ground, but plant humidity abides in outdoor air of this I've found. That humans need our tenderest care, we'd never shake the head, deny, but often we don't want to share the hope we've found, that makes us shy. The human needs a shelter, choice, protecting from the coldest night. The homeless can now oft rejoice of beds and food from awful plight. But what of plight when life is done? Do humans have a lasting Home and Father's arms in which to run? Or does the cold of lostness cause the unborn spirit e'er to roam? We love our plants and hold them dear. With animals we share our days, but will our loved ones live in fear, while evermore we lift our praise? It's Christ's Commission, that we go compel all humans, "Come inside! Forever His great grace we'll know, and 'neath His wings we'll aye abide." by Jay O'Toole on November 14th, 2019 |
Twinkling lights with sunny glow, tingling skin in joy we know, darkest night as myst'ry grows, rest enjoyed in peace that shows. Coffee, tea, the choice of cups joins our food to help us sup. Writing silent thoughts all up. Creativity's my cup. Is stealing moments just greed? Or need I to rest and read? Is nothing done, good as deed? Peace is found when tension's freed. Cold the bite, that helps us meet friend with friend in warm retreat. Heated cup and filled by meat close by fire in quilt replete. Words are good, but silence great friendship's hope is on the plate. Sitting while the minutes skate. Quiet's never out of date. Wintry ev'ning warms the cold as the peace from times of old. Moments made of lasting gold are words said by tongue untold. Frozen times as hearts renew make us joyful when we're through. Hold the warmth of winter, too in the deepest part of you. by Jay O'Toole on November 13th, 2019 |
Anointed before I was born, assigned to serve, today. The calling from the oil-filled horn to each I must obey. Go through the daily for the new. The tasks of now are best. Before the Lord to ever bow I'll meet each daily test. To miss the job so long ago is not the end of the story. To draw the child to fully know is all for His Own Glory. The convert in the wilderness will not prevent the crowd be saved. Just speak to those the Lord will bless no more they'll be just lost, depraved. Reset your hopes upon the Lord. His call to do your job today. Assignments in the living Lord are what He'd cause us live, obey. by Jay O'Toole on November 12th, 2019 |
van Gogh saw our joy millions, billions, trillions are never fully dark by Jay O'Toole on November 11th, 2019 |
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
