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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)    |
Mother. What a title blest! Entrusted with a living soul, meeting life's most unique test, engaging hope in her God-blest role. Mother. She each heart would love, if we would live, and wholly be. We need her as a peaceful dove protecting us to safety see. But life is rarely "should" and "best," and Mom's not always "just a saint." Yet, we must choose to call her blest, obeying God, Who fills the "ain't." Mother. Love her in her youth. Love the one, who gave us birth. Love her when she speaks the truth. Love her for her lasting worth. Mother. Life leaves tread-marks on her aging face. Her slowing gait may cause us angst 'til visit's done, but we must see her before it's too late. "Despise not thy mother when she is old," for she hath oft changed your diaper untamed. Her weaknesses need not be written nor told for yours she has hidden and honored the same. For good or for bad, she's made us glad, and the more that we know, she helped us to grow. So, I really am glad she was mine from a lad. O, how wondrously so, she still loved me I trow. Mother. Not perfect, but perfect for me. She made me the man, that I am here, today. My thanks are so meager, if aught could see. "Dear Mom, I so love you, I daily shall say!" by Jay O’Toole on May 6th, 2022 |
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