We live much of life amid unique choices. Joy is anchored in The One beyond our life. |
βThere 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. . . .β β Charles Spurgeon βOur anxiety does not empty tomorrow of its sorrows, but only empties today of its strengths.β β C. H. Spurgeon βHope itself is like a star- not to be seen in the sunshine of prosperity, and only to be discovered in the night of adversity.β β Charles Haddon Spurgeon βIf 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.β β Charles Spurgeon βA Bible thatβs falling apart usually belongs to someone who isnβt.β β Charles Spurgeon βVisit many good books, but live in the Bible.β β Charles Spurgeon βWhen your will is God's will, you will have your will.β β Charles Spurgeon https://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/2876959.Charles_Haddon_Spurgeon (Philippians 2:13, KJV) |
The first step in a coffee shop, aroma's in the air. The gift I never want to stop. Just close my eyes. I'm there. A hurricane may come this way. It's in the air, again. My heart is shaky, in dismay. It wonders, "Really? When?" Election? Has it been four years? It's in the air, again. Amid the "truths," and often jeers, will anybody win? A coffee shop in Antarctica. It's the place we need to be. In the air, each breath wins the new life from all we see. by Jay OβToole on November 4th, 2024 |