We live much of life amid unique choices. Joy is anchored in The One beyond our life. |
“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) |
The sunshine dances o'er the wood of different colored hues. The red, and blue, and green is good as yellow shares its due. The sunshine finds a holly bush to dance as twinkle toes, and then to windy red leaves' hush, illuminating those. The sunshine edges t'ward the eaves to dance from lofty heights. "Don't look or sight, it quickly leaves in the sun's great burning might!" The memory of those younger days when Daughter went to dance at the stop sign, Sun his full displays, "Now hide your eyes. Don't glance!" The sun full-orb on treetops dance up t'ward the pastel blue. On the whispering leaves through the tree trunks prance the sun, its rays come through. The grass is like a window pane the sun in ballet form lights down upon this place to gain a foothold, that's so warm. Upon this seat the orange light of sun meets orange chair, and while the day remains so bright, How sweet to sit and stare! by Jay O’Toole on January 2nd, 2025 |
In days beyond the season's rush when Christmas peace is missed, we look for just the slightest brush with what we wish we'd kissed. The gentle shop, that fills the cup with satisfying brew is just the piece of peace to sup, we wished December knew. The Christmas tree that's near the bed or tucked upon a shelf between the books we've lately read to heal the frazzled self. The creche we store in the hallway's side, reminding when we walk of one great Lord, Who lived and died, and lives with us to talk. This Secret Christmas we will find when saved by Jesus' Grace. What He has done so true and kind shows love upon His Face. This Secret Christmas on Day Three was opened when the rock was moved back so that you and me could see He's gone, and walks. Our Secret Christmas finds its peace in Jesus, Babe, now Lord. When we to Him our wills release, His Gift to us, His Word. by Jay O’Toole on January 1st, 2025 |