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 (Philippians 2:13, KJV) https://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/2876959.Charles_Haddon_Spurgeon |
Driving down Life's interstate. I need to stop and rest at times. The tiredness can become quite great. As the driver's seat constricts, confines. My thoughts become so flushing full. I need relief, a place to pause. Some grace, relieving nature's pull. Some grass to walk, and chew that clause. The scenery, no more a blur, I open the door to stretch as I stand. To contemplate, my steps are sure. The road can wait. I make a plan. The Welcome Center is a start as stroll I by brochures, and clear my mind from driving's rushing part, and gently thoughts, so new, I steer. The writing rises in my heart. Some canvases with landscapes rare. I sit and write on a pad to start a treatment, taking readers there. Some minutes pass, an hour, more with whizzing cars, my background noise. The wrens and finches dance before my joyful heart. Their bliss applies. With deepest breath released, I go. The mind refreshed, the heart now full. Return I to the life I know, now blessed because of Heaven's pull. by Jay O'Toole on March 9th, 2021 |