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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)    |
So many years, lamenting waits, betroth-ed to her lasting Mate when soon they're joined in wondrous state, the pain will be forgot. Cruel beaten by such wicked hands her heart felt doubt of his best plans. "Why did he leave by called demands as though his love were not?" "I'll come for you." These heart-clutched words build up her hope, through teared eyes blurred, oft bothered by her thoughts, like birds, until she falls to sleep. Awaking on the cold, slab floor, her mind is drawn to him once more, "Deliver me through the open door to bind in love so deep." "Return, he will," in rapturous thought, still clinging to the love he brought. Alone she waits in rigor wrought, determined in her heart. "Remember, Dear, I touched your heart, enlivening that spirit part. I'm with you when we seem apart. This Counsellor is true." The day approaches. She will leave with he, who comes to her retrieve, though oft she's shaken, she believes his word from the very start. Forever in their lasting Place, the Joy of wondrous Hope, and Grace, the gift of his, dear, blessed Face, says, "Dear, I so love you!" by Jay O’Toole on February 25th, 2025   |
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