We live much of life amid unique choices. Joy is anchored in The One beyond our life. |
โThere 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. . . .โ โ Charles Spurgeon โOur anxiety does not empty tomorrow of its sorrows, but only empties today of its strengths.โ โ C. H. Spurgeon โHope itself is like a star- not to be seen in the sunshine of prosperity, and only to be discovered in the night of adversity.โ โ Charles Haddon Spurgeon โIf 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.โ โ Charles Spurgeon โA Bible thatโs falling apart usually belongs to someone who isnโt.โ โ Charles Spurgeon โVisit many good books, but live in the Bible.โ โ Charles Spurgeon โWhen your will is God's will, you will have your will.โ โ Charles Spurgeon https://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/2876959.Charles_Haddon_Spurgeon (Philippians 2:13, KJV) |
Swimming trees through cloudy blue lift hearts through mid-aft chilly breeze. Season's day is always new as life is lived by its degrees. Cat stands near the master's chair, rubbing leg, while scanning yard. Gaining strength, relieving care to honor his near sitting bard. Elm tree sways in rustling wind, revealing gaping holes in boughs. Light green leaves their message send "We hang on 'mid the tests to vows." Earth is never still at all. It spins and hurtles through the dark. Days of life still shout God's call to find our safety in His Ark. Dead the pine still towers o'er its place within the grove of trees. Curious how many more will be the days this regal sees. Small dianthus blooms amass, so strong enduring temps extremes. Cold the winter's recent past, so hot the summer's months it seems. Squirrel skitters on the fence, but "on the fence" he's not 'bout much. "Place is mine!" He will not mince. Intruders quick he them will touch. In God's Hands all still is good. Each day is ordered by His Word. Man's attempts won't change His mood. Forever He is Holy Lord. by Jay OโToole on March 18th, 2024 |