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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 greatest gift within a heart is newness by God made. We have no strength to make this start, nor that God be obeyed. Each stony, stubborn, hardened heart is crusted o'er by Sin, but when the new, Christ doth impart, His Victory we win. The Spirit of this loving Lord is Holy, Right, and True. The human spirit, by his Word is changed and loving, new. Obey we now the Lord of All, not forced by servitude, but willingly through His Blest Call, no more of self-will rude. "Please, make this world a safer place. Enthrone the Prince of Peace, that when You end this Day of Grace, Your Peace will never cease." by Jay O'Toole on June 6th, 2020 |
This life is full of things to do. To choose a path rejects the rest. A learning curve begins the task. The finish line forever blest. Careers and hobbies take up time. For space, to rest, we need but ask. The finish line forever blest. A learning curve begins the task. One's fam'ly fills the days with joy. We weather life through ev'ry test. A learning curve begins the task. The finish line forever blest. The legacy we leave behind has memories in which to bask. The finish line forever blest. A learning curve begins the task. by Jay O'Toole on June 4th, 2020 |
Little gifts may seem too small to help in needful ways, but when the Lord doth tug and call, 'tis wisdom to obey. Little gifts may seem a waste when I have not a lot, but the Gift of Truth in just a taste is not so quick forgot. Little gifts in Jesus' Hands are made to grow and fill the blessings of His lifelong plans, and all His Holy Will. Little gifts are to Him first, our hands have been removed. The meeting of some hunger, thirst, delivers Christ's own love. by Jay O'Toole on June 3rd, 2020 |
With silence felt the dark's a robe as ears begin to ring. So oft life's sounds crowd past the lobe, that none could stop and sing. The crickets bow their violins, the toads each bass doth strum. The nightingales sing songs to men as porches bid them, "Come." The yard so bright a show to watch as fireflies pirouette. Eye candy sweet as butterscotch, a sight I'll ne'er forget. With eyes closed tight, I start to hear the nightly symphony of breezes through the trees so clear. What hope God speaks to me! Large trucks upon the highway groan. Dark cougars scream and wait. A chittering squirrel upon his throne protects his brood and mate. Reflections on the glassy lake, remembered cause me to look. The stars en masse an Earth-sky make. Their bliss an unwrit book. The whippoorwill and mockingbird, now strive for mastery. A deer lopes through the yard unheard reminding me, "Be free." by Jay O'Toole on June 2nd, 2020 |
Shalom from His heart give you Peace all your days, that the Hope of the Lord be your truest release. May your footsteps find grace throughout all of your ways, that His Smile shines upon you to give you His Peace. May the harmony needed knit your parts as one whole. Let the Light of His Son banish darkness away. May the warmth of His Grace all your being console, making sight through the night be a clear as the day. Would that God make your foes to become your new friends, so that life is a gift and a day of rare joy. "Blessed Lord, cause us peace as relationships mend. Let Your Mercy and Grace be the glue You employ." As tranquil a hope as your heart's ever held live within as a bridge between God and lost men, that Peace would be raised o'er the Sin-tree now felled by the Christ, Who did live, and o'er sin He did win. May Shalom be the Peace, that would greet you each day. May Shalom be the pillow, that succors your night. May Shalom be the smile, that's fore'er on display as you walk through this life, making good what you might. by Jay O'Toole on June 1st, 2020 |
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