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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)    |
| A portal opened, and we've gone away. Roads are strewn, driverless cars. Rapture captured His Bride. by Jay O’Toole on August 12th, 2024   |
| Cars are still along the former roadway, a grave with both ends knocked out. Debby has left her mark. by Jay O’Toole on August 9th, 2024 |
Some oolong tea to settle the heart, with comfort for the mind. A cup of hot for just a start in moments, that are kind. Now, change the exclamation point into a little dot. How quickly we are out of joint, and anxious quite a lot. A later cup of decaf rests the hours before we sleep. This coffee's hopeful after tests. Sweet dreams will be so deep. Responsibility is tough. We never really know, if we have done the "shoulds" enough to make our life "just so." Please, rest a moment. See His Face, and sip the savory cup. The Lord, He knows what is of grace to cause His child to sup. by Jay O’Toole on August 8th, 2024 |
This Jesus once died, but never again. He rose, and He's coming back soon! My weary heart knows none Other can win. He's coming morn, nighttime or noon. Salvation is His. What good can I give? I'm guilty before Holy God. Believe The Good News. New strength I've to live. His Name, That Alone we applaud! This rapturous song one Day we will sing, but not of our goodness, nor deeds. My work is not whole. It's no gift I can bring. Salvation's in Christ. This I read. The hands of another my head turned to birth. The Touch of The Lord my heart birthed anew. The Name of This Christ is Almighty worth. The Work of Salvation He's done. It's all through. His death, burial, and resurrection, The Gospel of Christ now complete. His sinless Life, and all His Perfection. In Him, God and Man can now meet. by Jay O’Toole on August 7th, 2024 |
So many voices in the world today, should we believe words, that they say? There is just One, Who loves all I am. He died for me, fulfilling His Plan. So many voices o'erloading my brain, Who can speak Truth, that's always so plain. Jesus, The Lord, Who truly loves me, carries my heart, His Glory to see. So many voices, promoting just them, they're loving themselves, not seeing their sin, but Jesus Alone through cross and the tomb did penalty for my own sins, full consume. So many voices, just turn them all off, and don't even lift up your hand hat to doff. Lord Jesus, please save through this life into Day myself, and my loved ones with Truth You did say. by Jay O’Toole on August 6th, 2024 |
| Here she comes at turtle's pace, and here we stand and wait. What will the rain these we face? Will harm come or abate? She started small, not all of that. Then in the Gulf, she swam. She could yet be a minor stat or a wall of water's slam. by Jay O’Toole on August 5th, 2024 |
Summer vacation ends about now as youth return to school, but humid temps through which we plow are nowhere near to cool. Here in The South, it's sure to be quite hot for months to come, but it's still cooler I can see, 'cause hotter states, there's some. Pool's a place to just cool off, but working clothes seem odd. They're wet like swimming in a trough. Still, jobs get done. Applaud. by Jay O’Toole on August 2nd, 2024 |
| The day remembers all those years before when loving starts. This beauty of a girl and loving man, they joined their hearts. The first of years were not of money much in spartan home. Their friendship and their kisses daily fare to write the tome. The Lord has made our lives for His Own Good forever shown. The good, the bad, the little, big of days in these we've grown. The daughter fills our lives with many joys and often smiles. Four decades of this friendship ever blest throughout the miles. No matter all the days of future love will be our bliss. The days, that we have known to friendship keep have written this. One love is based upon His Written Word. The best is given by The Living Lord. by Jay O’Toole on August 1st, 2024 |
| The Lady has lived with me for many years. She said, "I do" when standing before The Lord. The lady has lived with me through many tears. We stand assured by trusting His Blest Word. The Lady has been my friend as none else could. We've learned to garden and make works of art. The best is one great daughter, and she's good. The Lord regifts our love each new day's start. We met these forty years ago as friends. Tomorrow celebrates thirty-eight we blend. by Jay O’Toole on July 31st, 2024 |
| The days of love are running fast as the runners slow a bit. The loverly days of this couple’s past are as sweet as love can get. We mustn’t forget to go out of our way to love when we are old for the past and future as today make a bas relief so bold. I hope, that I’ll still be her heart as my strength begins to fade. I hope she’ll be so glad for our start as my spouse, no more a maid. The days of love are an ageless wine, that ages very well. Th’aroma in the snifter’s fine all senses plainly tell. by Jay O’Toole on July 30th, 2024 |
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