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) |
November is cool 30 days have come and gone Orion stands bold by Jay O'Toole on November 30th, 2018 |
big white grape so sweet clusters large through summertime juice and toss the skin by Jay O'Toole on November 29th, 2018 |
Landing in the newest state of the latest home, Marked the planet on that date, never soon to roam. Matt, Artista and the twins learned the way to live with explorers and new kin, help to others give. Many things had not been known as the parents trod on the planet, where they'd flown, serving just One God. Ministry is often hard on the climes of Earth. Serving others faces t'ward hope of the New Birth. Days of life are over soon, whether young or old. For the Master hearts in tune saved to be quite bold. by Jay O'Toole on November 28th, 2018 |
keep the plants all safe liquid water becomes ice pansies hard will last by Jay O'Toole on November 27th, 2018 |
red or blue the blooms made by type of soil they're in clustered flower joy by Jay O'Toole on November 26th, 2018 |
gallant, regal friend tall with needles to the sky celebrates through year by Jay O'Toole on November 25th, 2018 |
crisp, damp, rolling clouds waiting for the coming night cold, nourishing drink by Jay O'Toole on November 24th, 2018 |
bright, clear, warm, crisp Joy cool in November wonder floating by with peace by Jay O'Toole on November 23rd, 2018 |
happy faces sing little friends of brightest joy lasting through the cold by Jay O'Toole on November 22nd, 2018 |
shows a fire now burns cooking food or planting trees with respect we watch by Jay O'Toole on November 21st, 2018 |