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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) |
humidity's thick darkness covers half the earth lanterns push it back by Jay O’Toole on June 14th, 2024 ![]() ![]() |
Staying fresh with poems now is really quite a trick. The blank page stares. I don't know how. I'm feeling slightly thick. I like to write a poem through the five days of the week, but sometimes I can't make it new, no matter how I seek. 'Tis then it's best to write about the struggles of the day. I've nothing left to laud, nor tout no matter what I say. These verses mostly mark the place within my daily blog to sit aside in slight disgrace as coffee's new-formed bog. An exercise of rhythm, rhyme when subjects are undone, revives the heart 'til most sublime as word's new story's won. by Jay O’Toole on June 13th, 2024 ![]() ![]() |
Questions come when much is done, but not a lot is said. Conflicts in between us won when lines between are read. Friendships smooth the rough between when feelings are quite weak. Strength of friends are often seen when best for others seek. Weekends come to give us rest, but in between is stuff, the work we do, the often test, the muscles say, "Enough!" Books are filled by many'a page with conversations 'tween characters, whose joy and rage create some selfish scenes. Hills are blest by wondrous views as valleys lie between. Darkness there may us confuse when hills do light beams screen. by Jay O’Toole on June 12th, 2024 ![]() ![]() |
humidity grows thunder rumbles in the sky earth prepares to drink by Jay O’Toole on June 10th, 2024 ![]() ![]() |
Making things with my own hands is wondrous, joyful, sweet. Gifting is by God's Own Plans. His Glory is replete. Polyclay requires to be the hands as very strong. Necklaces or pendants see as in the heart a song. Needlepoint is finely tuned to tie the threads toge'er. Knit, crochet, embroidery soon will be a gift to share. by Jay O’Toole on June 7th, 2024 ![]() ![]() |
Toot sweets candies with sound, Chitty, Chitty, Bang, Bang Many songs the cast sang. Candy-hand hound was beat. Nunplussed. New job is best. Captain and the children, frog and 'cone bewild'rin', through ev'ry test, Love's trust. Snow gone, sisters they meet. Love's the best ending goal. Show's balm to make all whole. Gen'ral they treat. Snow won. by Jay O’Toole on June 6th, 2024 ![]() ![]() |
When the words don't lightly come in the thoughts or muted dumb, anxious life may be the sum, needing God's Lone Touch. Troubled days and nights on Earth, fretting about the second birth, knowing naught of human worth, that His Love is much. Come to Christ, who lives, again, Savior through the cross to win Elect souls of many men, now and evermore. We can't save a sinful soul, ours nor others make us whole. Christ's Salvation, finest gold from His lasting store. by Jay O’Toole on June 5th, 2024 ![]() ![]() |
For every drop of rain, that comes are gifts, that come as well. The temperatures of heat in sums are lower temps, that dwell. Each drop of rain now shines the grass, the flowers, and every tree. The sunset must in grayness pass, before the night can be. The drops of rain in softness land to make the rhythm sure. This needed hope by God is planned, that dryness knows it's cure. The drops of rain fall sometimes few, but oft with many friends. The land's more quenched when they are through in the service they attend. These drops of rain in truth are blest. The days of thirst can part. Surviving dryness' every test, "How Great, O Lord, Thou Art!" by Jay O’Toole on June 4th, 2024 ![]() ![]() |
Summer in June in the hemisphere up north, when birds as they croon are declaring it forth. The mildness up north mellows the heat of the south, while the colors of plants meet the praise of the mouth. How does it all work, that when terribly hot the fun in the sun is the pool many have got? We have work to do, while we sweat through our clothes, but the dryness of taste is not found in those. The pansies down south bid the fondest "Goodbye," while the pansies up north still have the smiles, that are nigh. Hibiscuses grace most of the hemisphere, here. These tropical plants thrive down south, it is clear. Bright the sun throughout June every day pushing the night. Finding some way to rest, while the heat's in its might is a challenging task for the jobs in the sun, but vacations are best as some down-time is won. by Jay O’Toole on June 3rd, 2024 ![]() ![]() |