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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)

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February 11, 2025 at 4:30pm
February 11, 2025 at 4:30pm
#1083715
The love I feel within my heart
is never fully known.
The hope I knew at our day's start
was real. Oh, how it's grown!

The love, that sacrifices all,
to give the greatest Gift,
forever hears the lasting call
to help his loved one lift.

The love, that focuses upon
the everlasting Day
is one, that loves The Greatest Son
in all we do and say.






by Jay O’Toole
on February 11th, 2025


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February 10, 2025 at 7:11pm
February 10, 2025 at 7:11pm
#1083661
Chilly wisps, like fingers clutch
the skin, that's not enrobed
in coats or blankets, that its touch
seems a burning, frosty stove.

This winter pushes spring away,
that polar freezings thrive
amid these cloudy skies, today,
uncertainty alive.

Chirping birds, and dancing leaves,
the frogs and crickets trill.
Distant winds almost deceive
by subtle strength of will.

One wonders, if this cold-pressed word
of God's a warning touch,
"Your North's a shaky, sadly blurred
now image as you're much.
"

God's greatest Judgment is to give
us just what we demand.
Our leaders often are reflections of
our human plans.

To separate us from our wants,
and stated great desires
would make rebellious every jaunt,
and warrings with God higher.

So, God in wisdom steps away
from things He oft protects,
and gives us what we'd like displayed.
Our hearts of sin reflects.

To "give us over" to our hearts
is what we think we want,
but then each consequence, it starts
in never-ending haunts.

Like parents, who would give their children
icecream every meal,
the self-demanded blessing's rendered
past it's great appeal.

As winter's cold, that numbs the digits
of the exposed hands
each heart unfettered by its wishes
can't see God's Great Plans.

If you can see the wisdom of
the self-denying way,
then thank the Lord, Who reigns Above.
His Hope is on display,

but if you're satisfied with a life,
that lets you live for self,
the coldness of a lasting strife
has placed you on the shelf.


by Jay O’Toole
on February 10th, 2025


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February 7, 2025 at 7:12pm
February 7, 2025 at 7:12pm
#1083493
I cry about the loss of friends,
and family, and all.
I cry to be with them, again,
with all on Whom Christ call.

I cry about the days of yore
when we would often play,
would go to shop through many stores,
while living day to day.

I cry about the light, that seeps
through black, stick, fading trees.
The last of life on Earth, it creeps,
until the New Day sees.

I cry about the time I wait,
until I see anew
the names attached to the word, "late"
when grieving days are through.

The star above, a steady point,
that shines in the night sky.
The Christ, The Light, that God anoints
forever, by and by.

I cry about the ones, now gone,
I know not their last state.
Were they full told about The Son,
before it was too late?

I cry for joy about the souls,
who know the One, Who saves.
I thank Him, that they're fully whole,
beyond the loamy grave.

I cry for hope in big, wet tears,
that someday all the pain
will leave with all my earthly fears
as Heaven's portals gain.


by Jay O’Toole
on February 7th, 2025


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February 6, 2025 at 6:38pm
February 6, 2025 at 6:38pm
#1083430
Light gray clouds afloat
through the sunset sky.
Less of day be wrote,
'til it says, "Goodbye."

Minutes we have few.
Soon it's black as pitch.
Sunlit times are through
as to night, we switch.

Trees are silhouettes,
but they won't be long.
Floodlight show it gets
some trees, then birdie songs.

Poem canvas, now,
it goes inside to sip
some tea, and take a bow
passed o'er the lower lip.


by Jay O’Toole
on February 6th, 2025


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February 5, 2025 at 8:57pm
February 5, 2025 at 8:57pm
#1083390
Sometimes we need to make life pause.
These moments help refresh
the thinking process, that's the cause
of pains, that hearts enmesh.

The social mores, that do rule
each daily life it seems
can make me such a social fool.
Such dinginess ne'er gleams.

Why do I make the oft faux pas,
that I cannot take back?
Why do I break the friendship vase,
that started with a crack?

Just make them stop, these barking thoughts,
so I can find some peace.
Perfectionism, early bought,
my mind it must release.

Sometimes a pause is all we need
to find perspective new.
So, after tea, in moment freed
there's breath for me and you.


by Jay O’Toole
on February 5th, 2025


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February 4, 2025 at 4:30pm
February 4, 2025 at 4:30pm
#1083313
watch the sky so blue
cloudless on this sunny day
open for He comes


by Jay O’Toole
on February 4th, 2025


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February 3, 2025 at 5:35pm
February 3, 2025 at 5:35pm
#1083258
In sadness losing those we love
from the nursing home or church house dear,
she breathed her last. Now, 'neath the shroud,
she's gone to Home away from here.

He lingers on for some small time
as friends and family give hugs,
but when departure creeps sublime
he goes amid th'unearthly tugs.

Their lives were long upon the Earth,
but still, their leaving makes us sad.
Our hearts are less because the dearth
will cloud our lives, until Heavenly Glad.

To process grief is hard to do.
The more we love, the greater pain.
So, when the first of tears are through,
the wellspring bursts to cry again.

These two new names are added now
to the list of others still we mourn.
Sometimes the shoulders lowly bow
as feelings leave the heart full torn.


by Jay O’Toole
on February 3rd, 2025


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January 31, 2025 at 5:34pm
January 31, 2025 at 5:34pm
#1083073
last week's winter chill
today's quite warm, summer's back?
transition's the norm


by Jay O’Toole
on January 31st, 2025


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January 30, 2025 at 6:27pm
January 30, 2025 at 6:27pm
#1083030
Night
will come
when light leaves,
but for now gray.
Light, but not, we wait.
Clouds become the canvas.
Almost white, almost blue, and
almost part of the day remains.
Kind of light, but mostly darkish grey.
Slipping, slipping into the black away.


by Jay O’Toole
on January 30th, 2025


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January 29, 2025 at 11:54pm
January 29, 2025 at 11:54pm
#1083006
My hoped-for goal is to be known
and saved by God Alone.
Through His Free Choice, redeemed and grown,
His Precious Seed is sown.

My hoped-for goal is to be joined
by myriad souls o'er there.
I pray they'd wisely be enjoined
to trust His saving care.

My hoped-for goal throughout my days
is "Honor God's Great Name,"
that when my best is on display,
through Christ no lack, nor blame.

My hoped-for goal forevermore
is to remember well,
that I am naught, but one died-for.
He saved my soul from Hell.

My hoped-for goal is seeing true,
since I have naught but sin
to offer Christ, Who paid my due,
Redemption's Gift to win.

My hoped-for goal is praising Him,
Who's worthy of all praise.
Protected I'm from a place so grim
to be blest all my days.

My hoped-for goal with empty hands,
while clinging to the cross
is to be granted by His Plan
to live in joy, not loss.


Topic #4 ~ My Life Goals ~


by Jay O’Toole
on January 29th, 2025


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