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 |    We live much of life amid unique choices. Joy is anchored in The One beyond our life. |
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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)    |
| The sweetest birth and the sweetest song both start the life of Quest, he walked through the door to one great wrong, now all of Life's a test. The silent crickets and the flying birds alarmed him when he stood outside his homey cave with the green and brown of the faithful wood, alerting him, that something new was not entirely good. The boulder slamming near him made his face "explode" en masse. His once-safe home became a rock-strewn tragedy, alas. In turning toward the shaking, he fell away from the crevasse to tumble headlong upon the wounding rocks, past shrieking birds, which spoke their volumes without ever utt'ring human words. The lumpy, bearish flesh now slumbered past what once was heard. "I wonder where I've been and what I've done and how I'll eat. "I wonder who I am and where is Dad and how'll we meet. "I wonder where I'll spend the night and find some straw for heat." Quest fell asleep a pile of wounded bear and dusty fur. He slept for days and woke in muddy rain with life unsure. These earthen "gloves" cast Quest about in ways that seemed a blur. This bear felt like a lump of clay pressed down by mud-caked hands against hard trees and pointy rocks, through soupy, leafy plans. He screamed for help o'er monstrous winds, unsure he still stood on land. Quest stopped a-slosh in a marshy nest, a sodden suit of earthy weight in gratitude of what he had, amid sorrows known of late. "I thank you, God, for helping me land in a soft and gentle place. "Please, show me how to live each day in steps of growing grace." If I survive, I need good thoughts about the good to come. I'm where I am and where I'll be by what I do, the sum. I feel like crying, (yes, I do,) but now I must survive. If now I live through dangers great, I'll find my folks and thrive. by Jay O'Toole on May 21st, 2019 |
cooling wetness heals refreshing Earth from the heat new plants rest at home by Jay O'Toole on May 20th, 2019 |
rounded leaves pale green beauteous blooms bright orange lovers of the sun by Jay O'Toole on May 19th, 2019 |
heat to create blooms water lives throughout the air beauty paints the land by Jay O’Toole on May 18th, 2019 |
long, gray, buggy fuzz hangs upon the hosting tree symbiosis rare by Jay O’Toole on May 17th, 2019 |
Birthed to temporal, Gestating to eternal. by Jay O'Toole on May 16th, 2019 |
| For many days along the winding path the youth began to ponder longish steps. The reedy bagpipes made him stop to laugh, while hyacinths along his mustache crept. Through craggy steeps and blackest vales he trudged with radiant heart oft marked by foes' true shots. The shredded sheet of hope some days begrudged his spirit food, and left him tied in knots. His memories meandered from the crevices of mind. The tiny tot embraced his bowl of ice cream with his face. Vanilla filled with choc'late chips, intensest joy so blind. Embraced by fluffy, heavy quilts the pain of life erased. The ancient man, a shudd'ring mass of raw, unyielding pain faced ebony foe with blood-caked claws in shaking courage stood. His final, raspy breaths of venting life he hoped to gain Blest entrance through the Golden Gate by Vic'try o'er the Wood. As Death embraced the soaked and weary, frightened, sobbing soul Most Brilliant Light broke through the acrid coal in steely Joy. "My Victory o'er cross and grave for making lost ones, whole, is your great Gift. So, rest in me, salvation to employ." The unknown path through cloud-crowned peak to fairest land beyond still brings the stalwart, faithful heart some icy steps to tread, but when the fleeting breath of life is on the wind and gone believing souls in Strong Hands' Grace will live, no more be dead. by Jay O'Toole on May 15th, 2019 |
| Blazing roses, coleus' colored leaves, caladium hands, pulling long garden hoses to slate the thirst, pass out reprieves. Frilly pink crepe myrtles in bloom, hibiscus red, orange, gold, green hostas in shade, "Beauteous outdoor room!" I've often told. by Jay O'Toole on May 14th, 2019 |
pinpoints in the sky massive flames so far away fireflies blinking turn by Jay O'Toole on May 13th, 2019 |
Happy Mother’s Day to all, who give joy with hopeful call, that we’d see each new day’s dawn being loved, to blest heart drawn. Happy Day to mother dearest, loving soul, whose grace is clearest. I love you forevermore, greatest gifts for you in store! Happy life throughout our days! Loving arms so sweet displayed. Ev’ry hope from God Above May they touch the one we love. by Jay O’Toole on May 12th, 2019 |
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