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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)    |
Downpour relief and joy outdoor Thirsty plants need water. Drink free. Sleep comes on the wet porch, roof drums. by Jay O'Toole on June 18th, 2020 |
breeze is blowing cool summer's day is not as harsh sit under the tree by Jay O'Toole on June 17th, 2020 |
"14 The Lord says, 'I will rescue those who love me. I will protect those who trust in my name. 15 When they call on me, I will answer; I will be with them in trouble. I will rescue and honor them. 16 I will reward them with a long life and give them my salvation.'” (Psalm 91:14-16, NLT) The Lord has given help to us along life's winding road. His shield and buckler guarding thus will lift the heart's great load. Protect He does as trust we do, and call upon His Name. He'll be with us all trouble through to rescue from great blame. The honor, that He gives each soul, who loves this Holy One, rewards long life to be made whole, salvation in the Son. by Jay O'Toole on June 16th, 2020 |
colors all around growing tall and growing wide joy comes new each day by Jay O'Toole on June 15th, 2020 |
Ev'ry knot in yarn of red will help the craft be made. Each knitted knot is woven, wed, a gift of longish braid. The handmade necklace, crafted yarn by wire, it's kept in place becomes a gift on birthday's morn with love and lasting grace. The knots repeated o'er, again, all take some time to do, but when an hour is past, it's then the project's fully through. Repeating knots to make each gift is really not a weight for when all hearts be fully lift, the feeling's truly great. by Jay O'Toole on June 13th, 2020 |
To walk upon the beaten way is fast and makes good time, but underbrush can take all-day, and seems an uphill climb. We trudge, and trudge, and trudge, again. Our progress seems but naught, until we find a way to win, so others can be taught. The vines of doubt wrap 'round our feet, uncertain how to live, until these lies machetes meet to free our hearts to give. The social forest blinds our sight. Each limb of Self distracts. Just part the boughs and let the light show all the kindest acts. To walk upon the beaten way refuses those we miss, but trudging underbrush each day shows we were made for this. by Jay O'Toole on June 12th, 2020 |
The heat is strong beneath the sky the light is bright and vision's high. We sweat because the heat is strong. We rest in chime's dear windy song. The days are full of things to do, like swim with fam'ly, picnic, too. With joy so great the days are full. The clouds become bright mounds of wool. We still can learn such wondrous things, like, cook a meal the garden brings or read a book, we still can learn, while heavy rays could make skin burn. The days of summer soon will end when heat and schooling start to blend. by Jay O'Toole on June 11th, 2020 |
Hope upon the Word of God. Hope to see, and aye applaud. Hope to live the fullest way. Hope! On His Foundation stay. Hope to daily climb the hill. Hope to climb o'er rock and rill. Hope to wait and seek His Face. Hope to know His lasting Grace. Hope is not this hope-so caused by wishful thinking, that has paused the life of triumph I have known. It means my inner man has grown. Hope through ev'ry day the same. Hope from Heaven to us came. Hope's foundation makes us new. Hope sees victory, that's due. Hope to stand with nothing done. Hope to stand in the victory won. Hope upon the Word of God. Hope to see, and aye applaud. Hope to live the fullest way. Hope! On His Foundation stay. by Jay O'Toole on June 10th, 2020 |
The burdens of this daily world are heavy to be borne. Without some Helper, burdens hurled, my life would end as worn. I'm standing strong when bowed before "the mighty Hand of God." He'll lift me up as I implore His Strength on shoulders broad. "To cast my cares upon Him, all," it really seems a lot, but since he cares for me to call, He's all, that I have got. He's all, that I have got, REJOICE! He's all I'll ever need! He's all I need, my greatest choice, The One, Who full did bleed. He bled for me upon the cross to pay my Sin-Debt Full. He "slept" a day, then tomb's rock tossed to make me white as wool. Oh, why should I, my burdens bear when He, my Sin-Debt paid. My needs are His great Joy to care through pow'r so fully displayed. The burdens of this daily world are heavy to be borne. This lovely Lord His strength unfurled, that sunny Easter's Morn! ---------------------------------- "6 Humble yourselves therefore under the mighty hand of God, that he may exalt you in due time: 7 casting all your care upon him; for he careth for you." (I Peter 5:6-7, AKJV) by Jay O'Toole on June 9th, 2020 |
How odd to find a little thing had stopped upon my mat to sing. It buzzed and buzzed from where 'twas at. I missed it first, but then the Splat! Hush, my friends. Thy sniffling grief, and slobbering honks give no relief, but snoring, whistling proboscis snorts cause snickering, giggling, honking cavorts. Try tapping the thumb and the fourth finger aplomb to clip off the laughter, and then you may come. Let trickle your tears slushing face-paint au puff, 'til your sadness, has burbled and gurgled enough. Little pea on my mat, I have smacked my own hand, and banged my own head, and grieved where I stand. Had you twittered, or woofed, or howled at a-pace, I'd ne'er whamed, nor had whomped my big foot on your face. by Jay O'Toole on June 6th, 2020 |
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