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 |  We live much of life amid unique choices. Joy is anchored in The One beyond our life. |
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"Failures, repeated failures, are finger posts on the road to achievement. One fails forward toward success." C. S. Lewis "I believe in Christianity as I believe that the sun has risen: not only because I see it, but because by it I see everything else." C. S. Lewis “The Road goes ever on and on Down from the door where it began. Now far ahead the Road has gone, And I must follow, if I can.” J.R.R. Tolkien “All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.” J.R.R. Tolkien    |
Rush for two decades. Pray children return. by Jay O'Toole on August 18th, 2019 |
wondrous red aglow precious joy at end of day settled peace at night by Jay O’Toole on August 17th, 2019 |
Wide-eyed faces, sweetly beaming, What wonders fill their ev'ry day! Great hope is dancing on display! Age relents in life redeeming. Ancient mind it wanders dreaming throughout the life of youthful play Wide-eyed faces, sweetly beaming, What wonders fill their ev'ry day! Rueful thoughts of youth not gleaming, his weighted middle on display. His hope renewed from heart to pray Heaven's portals young hearts teaming Wide-eyed faces, sweetly beaming. by Jay O'Toole on August 16th, 2019 |
Days of joy begin with hopeful hearts. Bright sun rays full of Joy. Joy full of bright sun rays with hopeful hearts. Days of joy begin. by Jay O'Toole on August 15th, 2019 |
sun's strong rays make weak wilting plants and sleeping cats run mostly at night by Jay O'Toole on August 14th, 2019 |
| A lasting friendship, cherished, precious gift requires the care of china on display. Neglect will push it past the breaking point. We share so many words, that daily lift our hearts to hope throughout each coming day these seasoned words our lives to bless, anoint. The early days of fervor rarely drift. Connection's strong, together come what may, but suddenly a difference of viewpoint. Foundation's crack has come by little shift. They're mystified, and have not much to say. The reason's same of which they both pinpoint. A thoughtless slip of tongue was lightly spoke as now the friendship lays in pieces, broke. by Jay O'Toole on August 13th, 2019 |
swiftly growing tall built for shade and writing books cones are crafty pods by Jay O'Toole on August 12th, 2019 |
up and down they roll grassy-covered, hopeful place wonders never cease by Jay O'Toole on August 11th, 2019 |
Ofttimes the way our lives may go is neither good nor bad. The days of sameness ebb to flow while the heart's not glad nor sad. We do the tasks of ev'ry day. We drink and eat and bathe. We put our work upon display, but no one's there to rave. The farmer throws the seeds around and waits for food to grow. Some years the crops are rich, abound. Some years the ground says, "No!" But even in the years of good, there are months of same old days when growing things apart from their mood just grow without the praise. The Joys are not for each new morn, though joy can still be found. We know successes first are born in dark and loamy ground. Sometimes the trudging weighs me down. Sometimes the fog is bleak. The days of sameness make me frown. The waiting makes me seek. Each talent grows through same old years of grunting out through joy and tears, unhelped by hope, ignoring fears, still striving past all looks and jeers. The Lord has made this earth His own, and we through sin it broke. They march through the years and wait alone, a by-word and a joke, but when all Time is fin'lly o'er, we'll the sameness of the Lord explore. They'll always be as they were before in strength, that never breaks the store. If God can wait six thousand years to prove, that He has won, then I can wait through the sameness dear as His obedient son. by Jay O'Toole on August 10th, 2019 |
Striving t'ward the goal ahead, past all sweaty souls, "Finish first!" is the nisus sort of thing to do. by Jay O'Toole on August 9th, 2019 |
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His Joy with The Lord knows no bounds. Of this, I am quite certain.
