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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)    |
| My days on Earth are missing Home with many houses known. "My flesh and my heart may fail," repine for a lasting place to be. I've lived in Oklahoma, New York, Alabama, Tennessee, Georgia, Florida, and Texas as many bolo ties, I've donned, but never have the houses, addresses, climes or spaces sufficed for Home at all. Residences on Earth are merely sleeper cars on the train of Life, that billows its fumes through the tracks of myriad stars on its way to that Final Station, called, "Eternity." "but God is the strength of my heart" through the days of this wandering sojourn. As the Levites of old, who had no land in Israel The Lord has become "my portion forever," too. The title of my first book is The Quest for Home, and this has always been my search. Home is not a place on Earth, but the rest I find in God (Hebrews 4:9) I've looked to entertainment like humans often do, but home is not there. I've looked to quiet moments in the woods, but home is not there. I've looked for peace in a cup of tea, but home is not there. When I look for Home, anywhere, but in The Lord Himself, that is never found. But when I find satisfaction in The One, Who made me, I rest at Home. by Jay O'Toole on July 11th, 2019 |
tall and strong it grows filled with wondrous sun-ripe fruit gift for tasty life by Jay O'Toole on July 10th, 2019 |
breath of wind gives hope cools the skin from massive heat life for one more step by Jay O'Toole on July 9th, 2019 |
Busy-ness, the dreaded foe has kept me from my pen. Many things won't let me go with talent growing thin. Acting has its place, I know. The gift is fully there. Time is gobbled. This I trow is making me to stare. "Music tames the savage breast," but not the rushing clock. Notes are made to soothe each test, but life's great boat may rock. Painting is a pretty thing, if color can be found to make your day to brightly sing with time to go around. Needlepoint demands we stick with knots of woven work, it shares not mind, though heart be sick with other "lives" we shirk. The years of life are marching on with interests running wild. What "hat" of skill should I best don, that life be not defiled? And for that thought, I wish to know, "How can my words improve?" The senses ebb and they do flow as daily "stick men" move. The torrent of these novel thoughts engulfs the letters' yard. afraid to edit as I'm taught. The man, who would be bard. How doth the moniker impede the "writer good" to grow! The "writer best" would supersede the "writer safe," I know. What wasted time I daily rue as suns are flying past! The good of all the things I do, which of these truly last? by Jay O'Toole on July 8th, 2019 |
trees attend our steps road to walk with peace of heart quiet hope to rest by Jay O’Toole on July 7th, 2019 |
golden fields so blest leaves upon the trees still glow fine time of the day by Jay O’Toole on July 6th, 2019 |
Long before this life is gone the talents dawn on my mind. Giftings from my fertile core rise from store of God so kind. Questions from my heart are strong. "Will e'er long I make gifts great?" From the Spirit comes the key, "If on me you patient wait,..." "...your talents will fully serve. I reserve in mystery how to use you for my best. We are blest when you don't see." In the hands of God so good merry would I choose to stay. Hopeful service in His Grace I now place for lasting Day. by Jay O'Toole on July 5th, 2019 |
| The liberty men gave to me it dwells within, that I'd live free, yet the greatest gift forever known is The Living Christ upon the Throne. The freedom in the land I live is the sacrifice of those, who give. The death of noble souls of yore reminds of One, Who died before to open Heaven's Golden Door by Resurrection's richest store. The fireworks upon that night showed courage beyond latest fright, that our souls today would know success as the gift of the brave who withstood the test. But Freedom's greatest test was faced by Christ, the Son of lasting Grace. Please, bow before the Lord of All, and for His Freedom, loudly call, that the forever banner, grand and tall would give thee pass through Judgment's Hall. May the banner of our common grace we celebrate throughout this place be lifted high before each face to honor those now gone. Commit we now to do our part fulfilling all, that they did start with body, soul and grateful heart, until our last state is known. by Jay O'Toole on July 4th, 2019 Happy Independence Day of 243 Years! |
They say, "A stitch in time saves nine," "A penny saved is a penny earned." Each seems to be a wisdom line, improving life as others learned. That "Death and taxes are both sure" agrees with "Love of self alone" These Franklin quotes still both endure to bring to life a wiser tone. "The early bird (that) gets the worm" makes lazy worms the wisest folk. "The silent man is full of charm," and "Costly is the ill-timed joke." That "Industry starts 'fore the dawn," and "Healthy weight depends on food" "Will make the sluggard known by a yawn" for "Eating without working's rude." "The childlike heart will Heaven see" for "Humble souls will be lifted up" as "Spirits poor are fully free," where "The narrow path will lead to sup." "Destruction is the destiny of prideful one, who looks to self" but "Falling on one's face will be the path to honor and true wealth." "Love one God and others first, and long your life will fully last." "Soon your hope will quench your thirst when sup you with Divine repast." by Jay O'Toole on July 3rd, 2019 |
famous plant for yards many types to cover ground it’s best fully green by Jay O’Toole on July 2nd, 2019 |
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