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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)    |
yellow leaves are burnt overwork the chlorophyll resting now in shade by Jay O'Toole on December 11th, 2019 |
Tune the strings and lift the bow. Music now will quickly flow. Skills are trained and daily grow to show what God has done. With Tchaikovsky we would say, "The Nutcracker is played today." Conductor we must all obey, if the concert will be won. Have some fun! Enjoy the night. The Christmas season will be bright. The gift of Joy is always right to share with all our friends. We've worked so hard. The end is near. The songs displayed in tune and clear will mean success, without one fear. All done the palate cleanse. New music soon we all should start, but rest some time in mind and heart, before we come to learn a part, reflect in peace is always smart. by Jay O'Toole on December 10th, 2019 |
Arise and live! He arose and lives! The Man of God is man and God. Fully both with hope to give. We praise His Name. His Name applaud. The fight is true. The victory's won. The ones we reach are by His Grace. This Hope alone is in His Son. What Bless-ed Light is from His Face! The Lord can see my crevices. He bought my life before He made the earth and skies and all He says by Jesus Christ fully displayed. "I urge you, therefore, my Brethren, by the mercies of the Lord. Present your bodies gifts from men, Holy, acceptable through His Word." "Be not conformed to this old world. Be transformed by His own mind. Your mind, a flag in Him unfurled, acceptable and truly kind." (Romans 12:1-2) by Jay O'Toole on December 9th, 2019 |
Forty minutes, here we go. Sacrifice to let Him know. Inconvenient it must be, before the heart He now would free. Here's the lesson we must learn, Christ, the Lord, our hearts discerns, "Fill it full your faith so small. Know My Name. Upon it call." This Jesus will not put us down when little faith would make us frown. We lift our doubts to Christ, who came. The days of Hope are all the same. Shalom is peace and hope, today. I speak the truth of Christ, I say. My life in grace shows more to come. The lost are saved, the part, the sum. Impossible is nothing more for Jesus, who did this before. We bring our friends to Christ alone, who sits upon the lasting throne. I hear about the checks You send. I hear about the eyes You mend. I hear about the lives made whole. I hear about some victory's goal. I need to see it all for me. I need great hope, that You can free. I know the money comes from You. I know great faith is victory through. by Jay O'Toole on December 8th, 2019 |
December’s long nights waiting through the chill and cold hibernating bears by Jay O’Toole on December 7th, 2019 |
Happy to be on the Earth. Happy for the real and lasting birth. Happy for the joy, that the birth of Jesus brings. Happy for the happiness, that makes me sing and sing. Happy joy, happy gladness, happy fills the heart. Happy now, happy then, happy from the start. Happy to the store and back. Happy at my house. Happy for my daughter's smile. Happy for my spouse. Happy is a happy word. Happy's filled with light. Happy can't sing any blues. Happy sees no night. Happy runs around the world, playing in the sun. Happy paints each face a smile, restarts when it is done. Happy smiles at Christmas trees, exults at empty tombs, brings joy amid the afterbirth, new life from empty wombs. Happy in the happy dance. Happy in the song. Happy grasps your waiting hand, hope to sing along. Happy sips a cup of tea, smiles as day is new. Happy sits with friends awhile. That's me and that is you. Happy warms the winter's day. Happy swings 'mid springtime's blooms. Happy cools the pate in summer's heat. Happy dives in autumn's outdoor rooms. Happy now for earthly days. Happy e'er for lasting praise. Happy for the Creator rare. Happy to receive His care. Happy bows before the Joy he knows will always last. Happy serves great health to bring in merry-hearted task. Happy knows good happenings are why we happy are. Happy smiles, that living Joy lives well beyond each star. by Jay O'Toole on December 6th, 2019 |
Joy to the world, the Lord is come. How awful our sin, the part, the sum. The King has come to change every life, to give us great hope, erase all our strife. Joy to the Earth, the Savior reigns! O'er sins awful deeds, salvation He gains. Once born in a cave, He lay swaddled in hay. Once wrapped in a tomb, He lives forever, today. No more let sins and sorrows grow. He, the baby, our Savior, sin's Victor, you know. He came as our Brother. The church is His bride. The grave could not hold Him. No more will He hide. He rules the world with truth and grace. No moment of sin will ever efface by slander of men, nor vestige of pride our place in His heart or our Day by His side. The saints and the angels are listening Above to see what we do with His great gift of love. Most of Heaven a gasp on the day, that He died, but rising, again, brought the cheer, that they cried. When He rides back to Earth on His horse shining white, He will punish the lost, for the saved put all right. In this time now receive what he paid for your sin. Give Him place in your heart with your spirit to win. The sounding joy forever repeats. The found curse of sin salvation deletes. All flora and fauna are singing His praise. All humans He bought, He is bound yet to raise. Come, you men of the Earth. He brings joy to the world. Empty cross, empty grave see His banner unfurled. The day will soon pass to make you redeemed. If you would know hope, know He's all, that he seemed. by Jay O'Toole on December 5th, 2019 |
pretty, tiny blooms orange, red and smiling bright long stem for support by Jay O’Toole on December 4th, 2019 |
Now, that winter's finally here, the last of months for this bold year. We'd find a place for the bless-ed tree were not for the cats, and books, and me. Our house needs work to store the things, that fill our lives with the joy each brings. At Christmas we image trees, and cards and plaques and gifts we seize. We'll decorate as floorspace frees to lift each heart, that sings. Methinks a bookshelf would be best. A Christmas gift, that Home be blessed, displaying books, the floor divest to help our decorating quest. Right now we have white lights in the elm to show The Light of the world's at the helm. Some colored lights on lattice and post. How wondrous the night when shining the most! White lights stay up throughout the year, some above a window, some above my chair, that peaceful days my life would know, that Christmas joy always needs show. Though decorations need some space to bring us joy throughout the place, the joy remains through lights and notes. Each peaceful moment each promotes. With a cup to bless my taste, aromas fill my nose with grace, reading, listening for His Face, the peaceful moment's trimmed with lace. Though minimal celebration's full with eyes to see the Lord's own tulle. A Christmas song, a cup of peace, distractions we now full release. by Jay O'Toole on December 3rd, 2019 |
Some will travel come what may. Some commit and then obey. Some will stubborn day after day to write some pages without display. To find my way to Writer's Rock, preventing things, which oft would block the words from building up my stock is where my deeds convince my talk. A place of safety on a cliff gives peace to heart and hope to lift from this lone room, I must ne'er drift. Within the storm His care is swift. The lightning slashed as thunder roared. My peace was firm, and din ignored. My daily writing all restored by discipline, that me implored. I write within the bookish realm with Christ, the Pilot at the helm, Who flies above the highest elm, no enemies could overwhelm. The Logos is my Rock to save. His daily words my heart still craves. I write from fulness in great waves by gift to me, that he once gave. The wise man builds quite firm his home. Commitment's choice prevents him roam. The daily pieces, life's long tome, while breath nerves arm from final loam. This Rock, word's home within the dash to glory build apart from cash. Though money comes from book's first splash, the greatest worth is lasting cache. by Jay O'Toole on December 2nd, 2019 |
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