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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 https://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/2876959.Charles_Haddon_Spurgeon (Philippians 2:13, KJV)    |
The Son of Ever's Lord left Home of Blessed horde to stabilize the Earth through His blest stable birth. He died and rose again in the spring to master Sin. With two young Jewish souls, He lived to make us whole. Obedient this Son, His perfect life has won. The God, Who came to men in the spring to master Sin. His Christmas Birth was close to death's most awful throes. His Resurrection joys are greater than all toys. The Victor o'er all gins in the spring to master Sin. Returned He to His Home, that we no more need roam. These holidays are great because He came of late. The Victory to win in the spring to master Sin. by Jay O’Toole on March 23rd, 2023  |
This spring of water, living new, is full of truth and grace. He has great hope to give to you. Now, look upon His Face. These days we see, that flora grows is really just a touch of what we'll see when the heart fully knows His Blessings ever much. He once was born in one year's spring. He died and rose, again, some decades later, that spring would sing with the Savior's Gift for men. "O Come, O Come, Emmanuel," Who "Up From the Grave Arose." Let's live each day the world to tell new life have those he chose. by Jay O’Toole on March 22nd, 2023 |
The man you were, the man I am, the legacy we want to leave. It's harder now to daily stand because you're gone, and now I grieve. 'Tis 21, the years this March, that I have walked this trail alone without my father's loving arch, whose words could bless the ways I've grown. I pray I honor him each day by living a life that's full of Grace. I pray I'll finally hear him say, "I'm proud of you. You've kept your place." The tears we cry are known in Heaven. The pain we feel within His Wings is cherished by He, Who Side so riven, can help us, Whose compassion sings. "Dear Dad, I miss you, but I'm proud of who you've lived your life to be, a man, who served the Lord, and plowed, for one day with Him, you I'll see." by Jay O’Toole on March 21st, 2023 |
The birth of Jesus in the barest cave was needed when the temperatures were mild. His victory was won o'er dankest grave by He, Who had been manger's little child. Methinks the days were very close toge'er for He, Who always knows the rightest time. He paid my cost, that I in deepest care could find relief in His Great Gift sublime. Up from the grave, He surely rose to stand before His Father, living ev'ry Word. The things alike make up the picture grand. The Truth forever spoken to be heard. The bookends of His Life were these two caves, that sons be made of ev'ryone He saves. by Jay O’Toole on March 20th, 2023 |
Each life is worth the time we spend on Earth. The hardness of the days will forge a gem. The best we have is started by new birth. Great hope is found by finding rest in Him. Our times in life are rarely all of good, but good can come e'en through the times like these. The strength of life is found in He, Who stood on Olivet, ascending joy to free. He made us for He had a Purpose Known. His Plans are best from all Eternity. Though days may cause us drag in heartfelt groan, the last is worth the Price once paid by He. The days of life are worth the price we pay, but lasting life is GIFT He calls The Day. by Jay O’Toole on March 17th, 2023 |
"I want to run, and jump, and play, to have some fun quite oft. I'm bored of sitting quiet each day with just some thoughts aloft." "'Tis true, 'twould be the greatest thrill to speed through life, again, as when the legs could run at will, and bliss would often win, "but now the days are fading fast of heartbeats, and the breath why should we know the frivolous last of moments 'fore our death?" "Why should, indeed, we know some joy before our flesh is toast? Why should we be that youthful boy, who did things without boast? "My God, Man, get up off your couch to take each day by storm! You need not be an old-age slouch, a wriggling, slimy worm." "I thank, thee, Son, the youth I was, for jarring me a-loose from ancient lethargy because man's life is blest by use." "We still can go. We have some days. There's hope for us to grasp. The joy of life is as Christ says. All death is from the asp." by Jay O’Toole on March 16th, 2023 |
The polar vortex shifts about to bring us springtime cold. The pollen seeds have burst on out. A story doth unfold. The time is now when blooms abound, but frost is at the door. How will the plants find life, rebound when winter's temps are more? Will frozen blooms need to bloom, again? Will pollen cover us twice? How will the growing months begin? Will harvest be as nice? We've left our comfort zone it seems as plants and humans reel before the cold our great Lord deems our lesson best we feel. The Lord of Glory speaks in words, in life, in the harshest tones when humans have His Truths oft spurned, repenting in their groans. But there is grace when we do turn with hope for those in need. Unusual weather makes us learn when we forget to read. The coldest blast will soon be gone. Our hearts will joy and dance. The days of greenness will be won for summer's growing plants. by Jay O’Toole on March 15th, 2023 |
| spring’s a hazy pic warmer days have met the cold some day soon they’re past by Jay O’Toole on March 14, 2023 |
The days of winter's icy touch can come, and they may go, but winter warmth can do too much to lull us from its snow. When February feels like May or early into June, we don't know rightfully what to say in March's chilly boon. But wait until this blast is passed, and then will come the spring. The chill is sharp, but won't long last, and Hope will finally sing. by Jay O’Toole on March 13th, 2023 |
| The days of Spring are on the way. The blooms have much they'd like to say, but watch out when the temps go south for closed could be each tiny mouth. When things go cold let's fully pray. The days of Spring are on the way. "Be strong, each blossom, nearing frost, that progress made, it be not lost." Unusual coolness in this March, enjoy its rest 'fore summer's parch. The days of Spring are on the way, that dancing flowers in colors play. Bid April showers' sweetness fall, Resplendent gardens, wonders all. We'll wait through ev'ry chilly day. The days of Spring are on the way. by Jay O’Toole on March 10th, 2023 |
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