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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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“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    |
| A love, that keeps on loving 'til the end is proved to be more valuable than gold. Imperfect more than I could e'er amend Forgiven all, I'm honored more than told. How many days the unseen anchor drags to awful depths, depression can bestow! How many more might see my heart in rags, 'cept for the loving lady I do know? A life, that's lived in love forever thrives because this Love is given from Above. In wisdom, Love is minced with sage and chives to flavor days of humanness with love. A love, that keeps on loving is the best, tenaciously committed through each test. by Jay O’Toole on October 17th, 2023   |
| The world was made by Jesus Christ, The One, Who came to die. Upon His Head was Sin so priced, the debt He paid was my. Upon the third day, Christ arose from where He lay in state. He now doth know the saved ones, those. Fore'er their lives are great! Creator, He made Heaven and Earth. Fully God, and fully Man. Salvation bought to gift New Birth. Perfection lived by Plan. The Bible, His biography, has not one error proved. Conversion changes all of thee, that none in Him are moved. His virgin birth, His perfect life, His Sacrifice once done, each sinner chosen in his strife is birthed as God's blest son. He died, was buried, and arose by His Own Pow'r complete. The second birth the chosen knows to lay faith at His Feet. He comes with shout and trumpet blast to Rapture up His Bride, Our crowns before Him we will cast, and in His Gospel hide. by Jay O’Toole on October 16th, 2023 |
| The dailiness of daily tasks can often overwhelm the mind. When sleep doth not what the body asks our life may feel somewhat unkind. The dailiness of home and work may seem a never-ending road. My weariness may show each quirk while trying my best to lift each load. The dailiness of doing more may challenge me to faithful be. The many things I did before are harder now for aging me. by Jay O’Toole on October 13th, 2023 |
| Some hopes we keep upon the hearth of hearts undying longed-for day. Some strength we pray will find its birth, before the last word we may say. Some hopes we keep are just beyond the reach of what we each can do. Some thoughts are skipping on the pond of struggling days we thought were through. Some hopes we keep can't live as real, since they are not reality. Some reels of mem'ry may not heal. The pains in there may always be. Some hopes we keep need Someone's touch to give our hearts new room to breathe. Some days are struggles yet so much, that doubts around our minds do wreathe. Some hopes we keep will change to peace in His Own Hands' great saving Grace. Some pains will fin'lly find release when resting in His hiding place. by Jay O’Toole on October 12th, 2023 |
While writing all the thoughts I think I plan to write a longer book. The climax puts souls on the brink, while sipping coffee in my nook. The characters, some good, some bad make up this reeling tug-of-war. Solutions make my readers glad. In victory, we're keeping score. The theme will paint the canvas clouds. The background helps us all to know. The thinning of the actor crowds will draw the hero forth to go. For fifteen minutes ev'ry day, I brainstorm ways to novel write. Sometimes it's twice or four to stay and post assignments in the night. To read and edit what I write, it takes some time to meditate. I stop and catch some snacking bite, and sip a cup, that's rather great. by Jay O’Toole on October 11th, 2023 |
The sunset comes as ‘round we go. This day is over soon. As fading light can not much show, the dark brings change of tune. This world of green will dark sticks be as sky once blue, now black has just now moon and stars to see with hope in greater lack. Begonias red, lantana warm, and hostas verdant soft were gifts of joy to my own marm to keep her heart aloft. Bright orb of day, ‘til Son doth come to give thee rest for aye, thy service good, the part, the sum, is honored, come what may. by Jay O’Toole on October 10th, 2023 |
The humans say, "We can restore the Earth through our own might." But "wars and rumors" of the more can cause us some great fright. How long can this continue on without some hoped relief? Is there not He, Who is God's Son to save us from this grief? A savior soon must show his face to bring a bit of peace for we are in great need of grace, that conflicts may yet cease. "The One, Who letteth will still let," until He shouts the word, then some solution will men get, 'til Truth is greatly blurred. Matthew 24:6, KJV II Thessalonians 2:7, KJV by Jay O’Toole on October 9th, 2023 |
Cool comes. Winter whispers. Nights become long and dark. Light is born, Christmas Hope. Springtime arrives, New Birth. by Jay O’Toole on October 6th, 2023 "Badger's Hexastich is a fun variation of the Crapsey Cinquain invented by our own Badger. (Member of Poetry Magnum Opus) It simply expands the cinquain to another line and 2 more syllables. The elements of the Badger's Hexastich are: a poem in 6 lines. syllabic, 2-4-6-6-4-2. unrhymed, optional rising and falling end-words." https://www.poetrymagnumopus.com/topic/621-crapsey-cinquain-and-some-of-its-vari... |
Gentle moments, peaceful rest, times to be alone in thought. Find in Christ His settled nest. At His Feet be helped and taught. Many are th'unnerving things of earthly life, that we must bear. Blessed Word, that says He sings, 'moving self-hope, shoulders care. Sip your tea as crickets best fiddle hindmost legs in tune. Listen to Creation blest from Christ's Birth 'til He comes soon. Gentle moments will be more when His Story is complete. Greatest Hope's in Him in store when at Supper we do eat. (Zephaniah 3:17,KJV) by Jay O’Toole on October 5th, 2023 |
Crisper air bespeaks the fall. On crunchy leaves, we walk. The holidays with gifts and all become our chattered talk. The heat of summer will abate, 'til warmer clothes we wear. The sun goes down. It seems so late as night lights lift our care. Too soon will Christmas come and go as the new year starts afresh. Will Jesus' Gift more humans know? Or is it just a creche? This southern fall is oft so late, that Santa crunches forth upon the colorful leaves so great, that rivals presents' worth. The summer's heat is so much less, that 60 is quite cold. For four months will we 30s bless, 'til winter is full told. by Jay O’Toole on October 4th, 2023 |
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So beautifully written.