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) |
Newish night with fireflies, mysterious dancing lamps. I look to see with all my tries. They blink so oft their amps. Floppy ears are near unseen as sunset melts to night. The statue sits as what has been becomes a new thought bright. Fireflies and bunny hopes, restoring peace to heart as resting 'mid all mental soaps each moment to impart. Bunny hopes and fireflies, the simplest of our days. Adults are left with silent cries when child hearts leave dismayed. As fireflies search the newish night, and bunnies hope to hop, th'environment oft creates a plight, that makes the cycle stop. Too hot, too cold, then how will live these actors of the dark. They grow, then fail, yet still they give much pleasure with each spark. The fireflies live lives so short. Each bunny life the same, but smallish lives have such import. We see, but know no name. Fireflies irratic flights, the bunnies darting swift bring joy to child hearts through the night as weary days they lift. by Jay O’Toole on July 20th, 2025 ![]() |