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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)    |
Micah is a three-year-old. He's really quite a boy. I wish I had a gift for him, a wondrous little toy. This is what I'll do for him. I'll write a little verse to tell him what he means to me, as does his aunt, the nurse. Three, these years ago, it's true blest Micah came to be, a boy among a fam'ly blest, a treasured son is he. Breath of fresh air he has been, redeeming a year so ill, and now the future has a win, like Dad's and Grand's best will. The ladies of the fam'ly, four are doting on this child with hugs and kisses. That, no doubt, and from his first day, Smiled. Young Micah, now you walk and talk, and do that very well. One day, I'm sure, you'll know The One, Whose Story you will tell. Jesus loves us. Can you sing about the little Boy, Who came at Christmas in some hay to give our hearts His Joy? "For God, He loved the whole wide world." His Boy became a Man, Who lived, and died, and rose, again. His perfect Saving Plan. Micah is the birthday boy. He's learning number three for that's how old he is today. He's growing as we see. Micah has so much to do. He plays, and eats, and grows. When I was three, my gift came late, a grandpa, that you know. by Jay O’Toole on August 14th, 2023   |
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