We live much of life amid unique choices. Joy is anchored in The One beyond our life. |
โThere 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. . . .โ โ Charles Spurgeon โOur anxiety does not empty tomorrow of its sorrows, but only empties today of its strengths.โ โ C. H. Spurgeon โHope itself is like a star- not to be seen in the sunshine of prosperity, and only to be discovered in the night of adversity.โ โ Charles Haddon Spurgeon โIf 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.โ โ Charles Spurgeon โA Bible thatโs falling apart usually belongs to someone who isnโt.โ โ Charles Spurgeon โVisit many good books, but live in the Bible.โ โ Charles Spurgeon โWhen your will is God's will, you will have your will.โ โ Charles Spurgeon https://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/2876959.Charles_Haddon_Spurgeon (Philippians 2:13, KJV) |
When I'm sad a cup of tea, and poetry makes well. Writing seems the heart to free in chosen words, that tell. When I'm sad, it seems I've lost, that good will never win, but when I think "He paid the cost," I'm ne'ermore bound by sin. When some bully overrides the plans I had, today, sadness now can make me hide to sleep before I play. When I'm sad I need to write, restoring strong my voice. Joy in Christ, my strongest might, firm must be my choice. When I'm sad my doubts begin. I wonder where my words can start. "Will I ever write, again? Will He ever heal my heart?" When I'm sad, I must needs stop, and catch my breath posthaste. Gladness, now, is not on top, and far from my first taste. When I'm sad, a cup of tea, alone or with a friend, 'sreally a great need for me to start my day to mend. by Jay OโToole on May 30th, 2024 |