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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 jobs, so little time, and then the baby comes. The career is parked, so new the clime, and pay no more has sums. Was 43 when I left work outside the domicile. Childcare had its daily perk "to hold the child awhile." But now the child is an adult, and I'm a senior saint. I look for work and need to consult about this room's "wet paint." I sit here in this corner marked by the words, "You're old and done," but still, my life's not nearly parked, and age can't be let won. I'm not as young as I once was. An athlete, I just can't be. I'll have to find some new great cause. Olympics: That's not me. My mind's still here. So, there is that. Thank God for such a gift. I still can write, and paint in matte, and talk, to others lift. I get distracted by much noise. My mind may wander off. What's diff'rent then from little boys, who run, and play, and chase a butterfly. I know some things a little bit: Spanish, Sign Language, editting. But what careers are near my mitt, that I could do something? Are retail sales my "cup of tea?" Or tea my tale to tell? A guide to show you where to be, or a guard to keep things well? O, Lord, please lead me in the way, that I should walk, today. Please, help me know to do and say, "Your Glory on display." by Jay O’Toole on September 6th, 2022 |
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