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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    |
Daily life: Again we wake. Newness, always seen. Not one thing from us can take the wonders, that have been. New Year's Life: The Lord hath given. Find in Him all peace. First month's grace we now are livin' t'ward Hope's new release. Eight days in the number's plain. New life meaneth this, "Seven is completest gain. Eight beginning's kiss." In 23 we've 12 month's scroll to write new hopes and goals. New life can live within the soul. It's Christ's blest gifted whole. In Him our old, dead things are past. In Him the new has come. Salvation Joy forever lasts in ev'ry part, and sum. by Jay O’Toole on January 8th, 2023 |
Sunshine lifts the fainting heart, feeling rather blue, wond'ring how to make to part this mourning, that seems new. "Whence did come, thee, darkened cloud? Why so large thy ling'ring shroud? Relief, please, come for each new day to help me joy, and learn to play." Sunshine nourishes the skin, relieving much fatigue. The benefits can cause to win a team from any league. "Dear Light of Sun, bid all be light to live your joyous gift, that when we lose our strength and might our hearts in brightness lift." "I thank Thee, Lord, Creator Blest, for shining sunlight, now. This Smile can help through ev'ry test. Salvation: 'Joyful bow.'" by Jay O’Toole on January 7th, 2023 |
Crisp the air, that ends the day, Dimming sun for ambiance, Silhouettes stand on display. Resisting night in its advance. Two orbs of light hang in their place to guide the way for some to walk. The color lights of Christmas Grace explode in Joy, that posts can talk. The World has left the Christmas town, That lives inside each childlike heart, but there our blessings aye abound, that make the dancing always start. I think some wonder why exult we day by day ‘neath Christmas rain, while playful things do catapult the ones we were when childful sane. “Oh, give us bliss this 23, that Christmas spirit lives anon to make us from all burdens free, and kiss the child within each one.” A coffee shop I soon would start to be a playground for the young. We’ll decorate in whole and part as lights illumine, songs are sung. Fear not, adults, who cannot see the treasured moments, Christmas play. We’ll have some rooms to coffee thee with couch and sofa ev’ry day. A Cup of Santa, joyful bliss, that causes us to find respite within a room we solace this to find us Christmas for a night. We may not need on ev’ry day the Kringle Cup, Good Santa’s Joe, but it would be there as I say, “A fine retreat, a place to go.” ‘Tis but a thought, a lifetime dream, a peaceful place, that offers rest for those for whom Christ’s loving beams bring rescue from each daily test. by Jay O’Toole on January 6th, 2023 |
longer days approach colder temps keep plants dormant this new year has come by Jay O’Toole on January 5th, 2023 |
Rippled, rolling thunder sounds, often BOOM alarms. Rainy falls on the porch abound, carried by His Arms. Thunder in the heart of man, shaken by distress. Watching, waiting, shattered plan, "Help" from a lifelike mess. Thunderstorms seem harsh at first. The noisy sounds break peace, but earthly plants are quenched of thirst. Emotions find release. What can the God of all, that's made be doing in this clash 'tween what's not seen, and what's displayed when Hope's a pile of ash? The newest forests of the West were seeded in great heat when old things burned in a firey test when new things beauty meet. E'en thunderstorms their hopes do give to those who wait, and watch, releasing grace, and ways to live, 'neath Wings to peaceful lodge. (Psalm 91:1-4, KJV) The storm will last for but a time. The benefits increase. His ways with Man are true, sublime. His lasting gift is peace. (John 6:37,44, KJV) by Jay O’Toole on January 4th, 2023 |
The geese above my house do fly. They form a "V," while flying past. Their conversations none deny. They honk their calls in loudest blast. So much we learn as God has planned through His dear creatures, small and great. "Just live your lives throughout the land, and let the Lord fill up your plate." The daily task of back and forth may seem mundane, and fruitless, too, but when we live as we are worth, we'll find great value when its through. by Jay O’Toole on January 3rd, 2023 |
Standing in this great porch view, the misty hills I see. So tinged with orange or with blue, this new day calls to me. Will talents of the past be used? Will new gifts joyful show? Will mundane life become amused? Can an older man still grow? A new year offers many things to all, who stop to look. The hopeful heart lifts joy, and sings, its words, a published book. But even if the moments wait, before the new begins, the peaceful breaths do work that's great, preparing us for wins. Sometimes the valley seems so dark of rainbow's shady hues, but when it's time to leave, embark, you'll see you've paid your dues. The highest heights, that God has planned, oft start with muddy trudge. The firmest plots of Beulah land are after Despond's sludge. The honor we so long to know at God's Own Gracious Hand is found in patience through the Slow, the way, that He has planned. by Jay O’Toole on January 2nd, 2023 |
Starting new to live a year, this slate is fully clean. The fog has lifted, now it's clear. What Hope is to be seen! Starting new upon this day with leaves of dates to go. Let's speak the Truth in all we say, with so much more to know. Starting new with ev'ry breath, we'll build as God directs, and follow all the words He saith. His Light we can reflect. by Jay O’Toole on January 1st, 2023 |
A year of many ups and downs, a year of questions many, a year of varied hopes and frowns, a year of less and plenty. A year, that makes me wipe my face from pressures, that cause sweat. A year of wonders, and of Grace, of Joy about no Debt. Goodbye to you, Dear Twenty-two. Hello, your next of kin. I pray, that when his months are through the better days will win, but when all days are passed away, and Time is nevermore, you'll bow before the Christ, and say, "You are The Lasting Door." This New Year's Eve remember Truth, accept the Daystar Lord. The greatest Word you've heard from youth is He, Who is The Word. by Jay O’Toole on December 31st, 2022 |
To be a sinner t'ward my good is hellish fear, and lasting dread. To live my life by ev'ry "should" won't help me now, nor when I'm dead, But when I look t'ward Jesus' cross, now empty, Sin's eraser tool, He bore my debt, transformed my loss, endured my Justice, died so cruel. Then past the Sabbath up He rose, since Death could ne'ermore hold its prey. The Saving Lord by Father chose to give my damned soul sweet, new Day. This Jesus Christ the Father's Dove is loved beyond all words to speak. So clothed in Christ, the Father's Love is for me. "Roam no more, nor seek." "Accepted in the Beloved," Christ, I live no more to self and shame. The Blessed One paid my full price, I need not e'ermore feel the blame. "Accepted in the Beloved's" all I need now see, this Banner fly. For He's beloved, the Father calls me, "Be in Christ, to me you're nigh." "In Christ" is all my hope and stay. "In Christ" I'm loved forever and now. "In Christ" I rest as blest and Yay. "In Christ" forever thankful bow. by Jay O’Toole on December 30th, 2022 |
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