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) |
Getting up we dress anon, prepare the coach to fly. Perching in our nested seats we wave to kin "Goodbye." Our takeoff ambles toward the start of the interstate and speed to join the flocks of homebound birds, who fly and sleep and read. But when two major flying lanes converge and feathers fluff, the flying slows to awkward strolls, and going is quite rough. When Wisdom speaks, we leave the flocks to take to flyways less. We rest 'neath Starbucks' coffee face for fuel to fight the press. Our new path finds us flying graced, until we must, again, rejoin the flocks of snow birds north to destination win. The flocks upon the main flyway, meandering in search for a place to lift-off and resume some speed before they perch. When finally Florida was past, and Georgia smiled upon the angsty, weary travelers needs, they flew, again, anon. Released on northern flyways soared the snow birds back to rest. Betimes our homebound route renewed to find our perch most blest. by Jay O'Toole on December 1st, 2019 |