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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)    |
The discipline of aging well requires, that we fully live. One's energy, whose peaks now spell the true new normal days to give. When parked on some day's sofa rest, I sleep and dream, and wonder "Why?" Could not I sing, and thus be blest through fa, sol, la, ti, do, and fly? Forgetting, that I'm not still young, I run, and push, and do as did, until my body gets quite hung, awaking, Charley horse to rid. The old adage is ever new, "The mirror gave me quite a fright!" While wondering at this face I grew, the calendar takes a big ol' bite. Would someone tell that staring man a teenaged heart still beats inside, just not the ticker in the chest, nor this old house, that creaks and slides. Someone may find a poem that sounds mostly like this one, here. I write to tell you where I'm at, and more each day, it becomes clear. I need a wondrous coffee cup to start me on my weary day, and peanut butter wakes me up to clean these toilets, come what may. The second cup before I work is necessary. Oh, how true! A Q.A. is a needed clerk to make the bathroom nice for you! Retirement's not soon enough to focus on some novel thought. The change from mop to pen is rough until Best Sellers can be bought. But even then, when working's done, the heavy-lifting, physical kind, I'll need to move, so Life is won, the keep-on-going, wonderful find. So, Staring Man, I see you're there, still filling up, that shiny glass, but youthful me with grateful hair remembers, that "this too shall pass." --------------------------------------------------- (II Corinthians 4:17-18, KJV) Line Count: 44 by Jay O’Toole on September 13th, 2023   |
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