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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 time has gone to not decide. The new year brings us to the place, where choices call us to abide in God's Great Wrath or in His Grace. One day when Time shall be no more, we then must stand before His Throne. Salvation's Call did oft implore and by His Hand transformed we've grown. But not all are of His Elect, for whom His Word hath meaning none. "Please, save by Grace with great effect those written in Your Book 'fore done. "Please, grant us peace, and wondrous health in this new year, that comes tonight. Please, help us know the greatest wealth is in Your Hands by given sight. "Make Wisdom our blest guiding friend, that days may come and go in Truth. Please, help us daily hurts to mend in Joy as that we knew in youth." by Jay O’Toole on December 31st, 2023   |
| "Don't grow weary." Do your good until Time stops. Day starts. Do good forever in His Presence. by Jay O’Toole on December 30th, 2023 |
| Waiting at the cusp, where the new year starts, seeing what was done 'fore the old one parts. Volatile can be chemicals toge'er. Truly can be days with emotions there. '24 can make good and bad become things we hope will be better for the sum. Start with winter's cold, still, the days are short. Careful what you say. Bless with no retort. Make us no more sick in Election's year. Finish what we start with a Truth that's clear. Bless the world with friends when the new year's done. Cause us live in Hope. Write the tale 'til gone. Jesus be The Lord, evermore today. Make me faithful to all Your Words obey. by Jay O’Toole on December 29th, 2023 |
| Pruning the canes, takes them to the ground. Dead limbs cut off. In the spring new growth brings back blest life. by Jay O’Toole on December 28th, 2023 |
Adrenaline's not needed now. The frantic pace has found its rest. Successful season takes its bow. A moment's pause shows we are blest. Each tear of thankfulness finds place upon the cheek of one made whole by waiting in this time of grace, reflecting on Life's next-made goal. The beat of days drives ever on, but in its raucous rim-shot sound we stretch our arms, emit a yawn, and thank The Lord for peace, new-found. Our birds have found a playful tune as squirrels chase 'round every branch. Some gentle plants through night and noon respond quite well in greenhouse "ranch." The cats find space to curl and sleep or preen their fur to better be. My dog, so close, can breathe and reap the benefits of fresh air free. These days, still short, cause me to sit in early hours before the dark. My mind, it waits with thoughts to knit to reach for every witty spark. The traffic din, a white noise makes as ticky-tack, the keys do fly. The curtain of the day o'ertakes as to the work I soon must hie. by Jay O’Toole on December 27th, 2023 |
| The curtain closes on the play of tree with presents, gifts, and such. The darkness fears the Light of Day, and cheers the closing curtain much. Yet, note the curtain of the room, most holy in the temple there. Salvation in the heart did bloom through the Master's Loving Care. Now, Christmas Day has come and gone. The world returns to its often norm. When will our lives see lasting Dawn, that lifts us from Earth's often storms? As the curtain closes, lights go up, while the orchestra still plays its tune. Please, share with me a gentle cup, until I hie my bed real soon. The new year comes when trudge we days, and months of working through the year. The calendar knows other plays before the new Christmas play shines clear. What doeth men without the Name of Christ to birth the greatest Self? Will ever man bear all his blame when Darkness puts him on the shelf? Nativity is still The Truth when the curtain closes on the Day. Obedient Jesus from His youth is still The Best of all to say. by Jay O’Toole on December 26th, 2023 |
| The Lord can take a crusty Scrooge, and make "a good old man." The Lord can take a written dirge, and make a living plan. The Lord can take some stockings hung, then hope-filled we rejoice. The Lord can fill lungs with songs sung by making us His Choice. The Lord of Glory came to Earth, was laid in manger bed. Compelled He sons to lasting birth when on the cross was dead. The Gift He is from Mary's womb makes Him the most Unique. He laid the same when in the tomb, but now Choice sinners seek. The Lord so risen rules today, and will forevermore. May we toward him great blessings say, and thank him for his store. by Jay O’Toole on December 25th, 2023 |
| I pray this Christmas joy will stay around the year, not just today. Oh, may we find the words we say enlivening hearts the best. This wondrous season now must end to other months and seasons tend, until all of his seasons blend beyond this earthly test. These years of life are very few Th'Eternal Halls are through and through most blest by Christ, Who fully knew, we need our saving now. The Joys of Christmas can be ours through all our days and moments, hours, from dusty roads to the highest towers as before His Feet, we bow. Each Christmas carol wondrous sung is daily on the believer's tongue, 'til meaning has been fully wrung to take its place for aye. Our Christmas gifts are tokens at best since on The Savior, we must rest. For in His Grace, we're greatest blest, tomorrow as today. by Jay O’Toole on December 24th, 2023 |
| When the way is unsure, and the leadership's naught, 'tis our best to endure in the things truly taught. When the days are the tasks of the days gone before, when the things I've been asked make me do or ignore, I must honor, obey the One, Who is Lord in the things, that I say, and I read from his Word. When my hopes are on hold on the frozen day's path, I must do as I'm told 'til more freedom can laugh. One must wait for the Hand, that guides the True Way. And to follow his Plan is the surest of days. It won't always be dark when The Lord makes His Move. But for now, we must park lest his Justice reprove. Hope is found in The One, Who made Heaven and Earth. Rest your heart in the Son, Who makes sons by rebirth. by Jay O’Toole on December 22nd, 2023 |
| Ev'ry batch Mom made went fast. Peanuts were the first. Butterscotch morsels, second, Chow mein noodles, third. Glob on wax paper. Chill in fridge. WOW! by Jay O’Toole on December 21st, 2023 |
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