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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 “I have come home at last! This is my real country! I belong here. This is the land I have been looking for all my life, though I never knew it till now... Come further up, come further in!” ― C.S. Lewis, The Last Battle https://www.goodreads.com/work/quotes/1059917-the-last-battle “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, Pursuing it with eager feet, Until it joins some larger way Where many paths and errands meet. And whither then? I cannot say.” J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring “All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.” J.R.R. Tolkien    |
warm today and past cold may be here very soon snow will fall again by Jay O’Toole on December 7th, 2022 |
These days of joy and glee begin in awesome heat with crafts and such to make We decorate our place to bring the joy to life. To bring the joy to life concludes the playful day. The wrapping paper strewn is wet with tears so sad. Eleven months to wait. by Jay O’Toole on December 6th, 2022 |
Buying Christmas from the shelves, the smallish trees, and metal snow, what crafty goodness from the elves! Its whiteness stays when heat doth grow. How many shoppers fill the aisles to buy their Christmas gifts and crafts! Of yarns, and beads, and painting tiles, the artist makes, until he laughs. More strings of lights to banish dark, more gummies decorate the glass, of "Merry Christmas" wood signs park to make each home shine Joy and class. As Christmas things within this store now wain to make room for the spring, I joy o'er what is still before, I shop, and look, and fairly sing. I'd like to visit one up north. A store of Christmas all year through. To Bronner's Wonderland, go forth to Frankenmuth in Mich., so true. Until that day, I'll shop right here with Hobby Lobby's wondrous months. It's Jan., Feb, March, April, May, so clear. The rest is Christmas filled with funth.  How do I last throughout the spring when Christmas is no more around? I purchase yarns and make them sing, knit red and green as Christmas is found. by Jay O’Toole on December 5th, 2022 |
Enjoying Christmas lights, we do throughout the house and in the yard. When Christmas season's gone and through, removing decoration's hard. The lighter side of Christmas days is found when nights approach and bring the brightness of all light displays, and child hearts of all ages sing. Some places all the lights are white. Some places colors joyful shine. When Christmas lights are on, and bright, the hope they bring, makes all seem fine. The nights are long at Christmas time. The darkness needs relief of light. The sounds of carols made to chime seem like the lights throughout the night. by Jay O’Toole on December 2nd, 2022 |
Gentle Christmas, find a way to bring us peace, and joy, anon, that when our gifts are on display for moments, fears of life are gone. Gentle Christmas, let us live within thy graces ev'ry day to find some Hope, and ways to give in all we do, and things we say. Gentle Christmas, will we find thy shining lights, and music fair throughout Th'Eternal Day so kind are wrapped-up in the Savior there? Gentle Christmas, is thy Name our Saving Lord, the Father's Son, Who took our sin, and bore our blame, Who died and rose, the third day won? We seek our joys in "spirits," here to numb the pain of saddened hearts, but everlasting Truth is clear, "Our peace begins when Jesus starts." Gentle Christmas, help us see the greatest celebration, known is in Thine Arms, we fly to Thee. Make childlike hearts in Thee be grown. Gentle Christmas, these three weeks are celebration's joyful path. Please, help us wait with minds so meek, that in its end we all shall laugh. by Jay O’Toole on December 1st, 2022 |
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