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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)    |
hardened cold thus sifts weaker plants may fall away strong ones set their roots by Jay O'Toole on November 10th, 2019 |
chilled about three months orange and yellow blooms stand still it's cold outside by Jay O'Toole on November 9th, 2019 |
plants must bear the load freezing temps make flowing cease xylem and "no"-um by Jay O'Toole on November 8th, 2019 |
cooler temps mean sleep falling leaves and thinning stems time to store the bulbs by Jay O'Toole on November 7th, 2019 |
The Lord give you hearts so in tune with His Word. (Philippians 2:13) Your love may He knit in the warp and the woof. (Ephesians 5:21) Your marriage the creation, that He calls quite good. (Genesis 1:26-31) May peace be the air, that flows under your roof. (John 20:21, KJV) The Lord give you souls for the Harvest Above. (Matthew 28:18-20) The Lord make you father and mother in love. (Ruth 4:11) The Lord give you sons to be strong when you age. (Psalm 127:3-5) The Lord give you daughters to fill every page. (Psalm 127:3-5) His Wisdom is great in the hearts of the blest. His Presence will be with you in every test. His Hope make you rest in His Arms through your days. His Joy fill your lives with great laughter and praise. The Lord mete out your irritations, that each grain of sand may be a pearl, and as you travel throughout the nations may The Lord reach through you to every man, woman, boy and girl. May Love be vertical, that the commitment between you both and God be mutual. May Love be horizontal, that the commitment between you both be everlasting. May you both grow closer to the Lord, and in so doing grow closer to each other. (I Corinthians 13:1-13) -------------------------- "The Lord bless thee, and keep thee: "The Lord make his face shine upon thee, and be gracious unto thee: "The Lord lift up his countenance upon thee, and give thee peace." (Numbers 6:24-26, KJV) -------------------------- by Jay O'Toole on November 6th, 2019 |
He came to Earth at Christmas time, the gentle baby so sublime to live the perfect life for me to save my soul eternally. All Christmas lights bespeak the One, who is all brighter than the sun. The red and yellow, orange, blue are wrapped in His white core all through. What Christmas music makes the heart is blest, encouraged from the start! What hopeful tunes to point the way to Jesus' Home in Heaven's Day! What things He borrowed when at first He lived this life and died in thirst! The borrowed manger for His bed. The borrowed cross where He once bled. The borrowed tomb to lie in state. The borrowed rock at the borrowed gate. But when He rose, let's shout it loud, "He stepped from out the nearest crowd!" For when He left the tomb's repose no borrowed thing He needs of those. The truly new is His great life. This God-Man, Who awaits His wife. The first-fruits from the ones now dead is Christ, Who through new life has led. No man compares to God's Own Son, Creator, Savior, Holy One. He made the wood on which he died. He made the ones, who whips applied. He made the water for which He rasped. He drank His Father's Cup when passed. Christ came at Christmas time 'tis true, but wrapped His Gift in a way quite new. This present was not 'neath the tree, but on the tree to eyes, that see. He came unto a tomb of hay. His first sounds were the low and bray. His first breaths filled with stench, all kinds as afterbirth and horse and swine. Upon the cross this Baby laid, 'mid eaten hay, saliva sprayed. He left His stable Home on High unto the stable, there to lie. He walked the perfect life on Earth to be the Lamb, Who bought new birth. Good deeds He did. Good words He spoke, but on the cross Death's yoke He broke. He was the Christmas Present wrapped to free His loved ones longtime trapped. The wrapping paper swaddled, bound, until so neatly laid and found. Two times 'tween Heaven and Earth was raised this Savior, Who deserves our praise. Two times the tomb, He was carried in to live for man, remove his sin. This bookend life of roughhewn caves lived Jesus Christ, the Lord, Who saves. For Easter could not ever be without the Christmas birth, you see, but without Easter, Christmas gifts would have no flavor, hearts to lift. We celebrate at Christmas time, the One, Who trudged up Calvary's climb. The Christmas Gift He gave to us is Hope, that lives, and faith to trust. The swaddled Baby Christmas laid became the corpse of sin-debt lade. The maiden was the first to wrap The Gift once lying on her lap, but when He laid the wrappings by, He walked out free no more to die. Best gift of our blest Christmas Day was opened near the month of May for Christ was wrapped and wrapped, again, but unwrapped Victor over sin. by Jay O'Toole on November 5th, 2019 |
Sipping orange cinnamon spice, the tea of daily joy uplifting hearts with pennies' price. Hot water's best employ. We thank, Thee, Twinings, for such bliss creating Christmas time for we in sadness Christmas miss throughout the 365 climb. But this lone tea, aroma's rare makes Christmas every day. Without an orange, we'd not dare to celebrate this way. Yes, with our orange cinnamon spice the day may last for aye. Each sipping hour is truly nice the memory to obey. by Jay O'Toole on November 4th, 2019 |
Quiet moments of evening refresh weary hearts laden with busy days. Sipping tea and bathed in music minds unplug confusing thoughts. A gentle night with solemn sounds brings quiet moments to relax. The darkened cloth of chilly temps drives the arms to a quilted refuge. Tattered synapses clutter our days 'mid swirling maelstroms of "urgent" tasks. The frayed edges of a tenuous hope beg for big-armed solace, thin-stretched release. Wakeful sleep basks in restful waiting. Dull gray patterns permit weary staring. Fan blade rhythms massage the soul, infusing peace throughout life. Reflect. Enjoy. Hopeful Be. by Jay O'Toole on November 3rd, 2019 |
sun and moon stay same stars may wonder “Why the fuss?” days are shorter now by Jay O’Toole on November 2nd, 2019 |
grains of dark laid path loamy dough creating life pools for dangling roots by Jay O'Toole on November 1st, 2019 |
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