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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    |
Hunger drives me in the morning to find some food. Filled. by Jay O’Toole on January 19th, 2024   |
| 'Twas Christmastime when He first came. However, not that date. The world would never be the same. His Gift would make some great! His second coming is not yet, but some will get the Call to leave with He, Who paid their debt to sup in the Marriage Hall. The Rapture is the phrase we use to speak of Blessed Hope for those, whose hearts did not refuse The One, Whose Blood is soap. We know not when in a moment's time the shout and trumpet sound will take us to that Heavenly clime forever to abound. Will we at breakfast or supper dine with those we love to live? Will we at work or resting fine have a moment's word to give? Some may be here to write a post a-sitting on a chair when in a flash each body, ghost will be gone over- by Jay O’Toole on January 18th, 2024 |
| The typhoon caused the crew's retreat, that down and down the metal "fish" could not but seek the deepest deep, 'til three days passed fresh air could wish. The sailor spent these days in grief for disobeying God's command. This Jonah running as a thief was stopped in darkness 'way from land. Before the elements of peace restored the sub to waves, again, his will could only find release, confessing to The Lord his sin. "Dear Lord, I'll preach and tell the Truth when I am done with duty's tour. I've known Salvation from my youth. Please, make my motives always pure." The sailor served his many days. The Navy discharged him with grace. The Lord he served and fixed his gaze. At last at Home he knew his place. A faithful servant to his land, a faithful servant to his Lord, redeemed before His Throne to stand, proclaiming ever just His Word. His Earthsuit tucked within the ground. So many years 'neath slab of praise. In honored service, he was bound to God and country his best days. May we, like Dad, give all we are to bless the souls in our own world. Our influence may ripple far until our lives be flags unfurled. Line Count: 32 by Jay O’Toole on January 17th, 2024 |
| Here it comes. The chill of night will cause the need to stay within our homes from bitter bite of cold beyond the day. Here it comes. The acid test of safety for our plants. Will they survive as humans rest? Will God protection grant? Here it comes. I've given all I know to give right now. Will life be blest or will it fall as temperatures low bow? Here it comes. I'll hopeful be in peace, that He will do the greatest thing His Glory sees. Tomorrow will be new. by Jay O’Toole on January 16th, 2024 |
| The North has Cold beyond the norm, that floods the land throughout the South. The days of chilly freezings form a bitterness, that shuts the mouth. Each tender plant I try to hide within the greenhouse's warm embrace must still exist, and fully abide 'neath blankets of its space's grace. The 20s will test life and limb. Will branches grow with frost so near? Next week when warmth returns its vim will tender plants yet live to cheer? Hibiscuses a year ago lived two of three through unknown frost. Within their roots, again, did show, untended cold stole grievous cost. But now with blankets fully laid the days of cold descend to try. Will the new harsh frost be stopped and stayed? Will our green friends cause us to sigh? by Jay O’Toole on January 15th, 2024 |
| What will future days become as we think of HISt'ry's sum? Will the joyful strings we strum? Will the nose at God we thumb? Future days this year we seek. Be we proud or be we meek? Laughter can be strong or weak. Dare we open door to peek? Leaders seek the greatest chair. Sports and politics are there. Will we keep each precious hair? Will our hopes still have a prayer? When the Greatest comes to rule be we wise or be we fool? Future Day be hot or cool, based upon Salvation's Jew'l. by Jay O’Toole on January 12th, 2024 |
So, Goodbye, Coach. We'll miss you much, but I completely understand. The college world was out-of-touch with football as was always planned. I wish you could have had your eighth with seven at the crimson tide, but this is wise I have the faith for it's been one tremendous ride. The chapter has now closed upon the greatest coaches of all time for Bryant, Saban, Shula's Don were coaching football in its prime. But now the attempt to make us all, like the NFL has made us less. What old line coach could heed the call to win right now in such duress? It's "Be the best at every cost!" The cost of which is this game's heart. I thank you, that you never tossed integrity held from the start. by Jay O’Toole on January 11th, 2024 |
chilly to the toes biting plants to threaten them spring looks good just now by Jay O’Toole on January 10th, 2024 |
there it goes today not enough time to be seen someday it is gone by Jay O’Toole on January 8th, 2024 |
Nombrecito, Español. ?Qué es esto aquí? En su vida es total tu nombre explica ti. Little name in Spanish, now. What are you, right here? All your life is made to bow. Your name explains it clear. Stan's a stone in quarry laid. Carl is quite strong. Haselton's where trees have stayed, as your earthly song. Jacob was a cheat at best. Israel a friend of God, Who changed his name to stand the test as HIStory now applauds. Nombrecito, explicar. Vida es tu gol. Names explain how very far you may run as whole. by Jay O’Toole on January 8th, 2024 |
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