We live much of life amid unique choices. Joy is anchored in The One beyond our life. |
“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) |
Before I knew there was a "me," my life had just begun. Before the world of man I'd see, I was my father's son. Those nine months swam I in the pool of Momma's belly sized to hold a man, not wise, not fool, but fully cherished, prized. To cry my way to my first breath would start my lungs abreast from first day living, 'til my death, balloons within my chest. This birth of life was not by me, but the Gift of God Alone. The second birth from sin to free by Christ upon His Throne. I graduated from a child to live as very man. Diploma with an honor filed, the college years began. A senior, then a lonely soul, a beauteous lady met, became my wife, and one new whole, a life without regret. Through many hopes past many years a daughter came to bless this home to fill with joyful tears, and many'a bluish tress. The Rapture soon begins The Day. Eternally new we'll be. Before you breathe your last, please pray, "Christ Jesus, set me free!" by Jay O’Toole on August 28th, 2024 |