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 |    We live much of life amid unique choices. Joy is anchored in The One beyond our life. |
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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)    |
| The honored day to life begin among their family, friends saw youth in joy, and Hope’s great win. Two lives as one to blend. The outdoor wedding with mild skies was sweet and gentle, too. The zoom call with our distant sighs was something rather new. The party’s now, but we’re not there. The timing was not good, but sentiments still show we care. Our presence, wish we could. by Jay O’Toole on October 4th, 2024 |
| The trumpet call to leave the Earth is for the redeemed, who know new birth. Is this the day, that He will come or add we to our lives a sum? The trumpet makes its music known at His behest, Whose is The Throne. We wait the call, that some fine day We stand before Him, and obey. Salvation is in Christ Alone, Who paid the price to sins atone. The trumpet beckons His Own bride to sit fore’er by His Dear Side. We thank Him for the Trumpet Feast, The One, Whom rode on lowly beast, that brought Him to Jerusalem, where He would die and rise again. The Feast of Trumpets will some day proclaim the news, “We’re called away to live with Him forevermore to know His wedding feast’s great store.” by Jay O’Toole on October 3rd, 2024 |
When nighttime turns to brightest light, when comforts leave en masse, anxiety, not feeling right with change, that soon will pass. But wrapped in cloth, and placed in arms, the fears are soon allayed. The mother's heartbeats free from harms in strength of love displayed. The birthpangs of this present age, more frequent every day remove all comforts from the sage, and lead to oft dismay. How quickly through the birth-canal! How quickly through the sky! The comforts of this earthly shall transform to By and By. Then in a moment, all made new, we'll know a heartfelt peace. The change from Earth to Heaven through in His Arms full release. How doth this picture quickly form, gestation to one's years as one's years unto th'Eternal norm of peace, no longer fears? We live nine months in watery ease, then trudge and play through days until from gravity He frees, the trophies He displays. by Jay O’Toole on October 2nd, 2024   |
Sip the cup, and know some peace. Moments like this, blest. Joy in Christ, a full release. In His Presence rest. Sun comes through the window pane. Front yard with no breeze, peaceful moments without rain, learning restful keys. Coffee shop with bookstore grace, moments now to write, drinking in this wondrous place, gift before the night. Latte flavor was the best, slowly drank the cup, wondrous moments' peaceful rest, heart's now looking up. What will be the close of day? What will be the night? Hope in Christ I always pray for all hearts made right. by Jay O’Toole on October 1st, 2024 |
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