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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)    |
last week's winter chill today's quite warm, summer's back? transition's the norm by Jay O’Toole on January 31st, 2025   |
| Night will come when light leaves, but for now gray. Light, but not, we wait. Clouds become the canvas. Almost white, almost blue, and almost part of the day remains. Kind of light, but mostly darkish grey. Slipping, slipping into the black away. by Jay O’Toole on January 30th, 2025 |
My hoped-for goal is to be known and saved by God Alone. Through His Free Choice, redeemed and grown, His Precious Seed is sown. My hoped-for goal is to be joined by myriad souls o'er there. I pray they'd wisely be enjoined to trust His saving care. My hoped-for goal throughout my days is "Honor God's Great Name," that when my best is on display, through Christ no lack, nor blame. My hoped-for goal forevermore is to remember well, that I am naught, but one died-for. He saved my soul from Hell. My hoped-for goal is seeing true, since I have naught but sin to offer Christ, Who paid my due, Redemption's Gift to win. My hoped-for goal is praising Him, Who's worthy of all praise. Protected I'm from a place so grim to be blest all my days. My hoped-for goal with empty hands, while clinging to the cross is to be granted by His Plan to live in joy, not loss. Topic #4 ~ My Life Goals ~ by Jay O’Toole on January 29th, 2025 |
lightly blue the sky no more storms today or next rest for man and beast by Jay O’Toole on January 28th, 2025 |
not as cold today snow has gone with stillness here wet ground but not white by Jay O’Toole on January 27th, 2025 |
Newness of a frost-free day, Newness of a year to live, Newness of His Hope's display, Newness of this heart to give. The President in newness leads. So many things of newness plans. Restoring through his newness deeds hope, the grace of newness stands. Newness of a coffee cup, Newness as a moment's peace, Newness lifts the heart quite up, Newness gains the mind's release. The Hope of newness evermore, Salvation's Gift is newness blest, His Home is newness' lasting store to give saved souls the newness rest. Newness, Life's best chapter next, Newness through this Earth to Home, Newness, that each heart corrects, Newness, His no more to roam. by Jay O’Toole on January 24th, 2025 |
The snow has come in falling flakes. We watched. We saw. We played, like little children's joy, that takes sweet forms in hope displayed. The day has come to melt the snow, though temperatures have kept the blanket white a day to know with hearts, that still have lept. It's back to business ever same in tasks we daily do with weather that we think is tame compared to snow, that's new. Much like the day of Christmas joy, the afternoon is less. The gladness, that scarce snows employ, creates a time we bless. So, put the kettle on, my friend. Let's sip some tea quite slow as moments, that are southern, tend to fading thoughts of snow. by Jay O’Toole on January 23rd, 2025 |
Historic snow, one for the books, it covered all our yard. The cold and wind, our breath they took to make a thinking bard. Historic snow now starts Day 2. Will more come down this night? Or will the freeze bring ice, that's due to build our travel plight? Historic snow's still on the ground, but some today did melt. Will more of snowing now abound, before the half is telt? by Jay O’Toole on January 22nd, 2025 |
Life won't always go the way you really wish it would. Things to do when we would stay in safety, that is good. Life we live in strength of heart as courage defeats fear. Deciding just to leave and start the task, that's truly clear. Life is best when hopeful grace can't change the circumstance, but doing right when we must face the fear, the faith, the dance. by Jay O’Toole on January 21st, 2025 |
If snow we get, then home we'll sit, until the ice is gone. This winter storm may tax the wit to seek the waking dawn. We're way down South. Our ways to drive aren't suited for the snow. We'll hunker down to just survive, and warm the ways we know. 'Sbeen 30 years, since the snowicane dropped white stuff 'long the East. North Florida back then insane was the first of that cold beast. The weathermen call for "a history storm, that's not been quite this bad." "Dear Lord Above, through this alarm, give Hope and make us glad." I pray for safety for our cats, our plants, and people, too. I pray for gentle snow "at bats," and hopeful when it's through. We lived through Hurricane Helene, but still, her mark is known. "Please, help us, Lord, when all is seen to live in hope, that's grown." by Jay O’Toole on January 20th, 2025 |
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