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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) |
To play a role in Shakespeare's realm requires some hefty talent shown. We need to keep our hands on the helm, if the parts we want, we cannot own. A puckish actor clearly shines as Oberon's assistant, friend, but something else she surely pines to stand behind, her heart to mend. Some new day we may get the part to be the star, enjoy the praise, but now our training from the start supports the lead, and their arms raise. by Jay O’Toole on August 19th, 2022 |
Days away from those they love. When they're home a cloud's above. Duty fits them like a glove. Hurry up, and wait awhile. Shots are fired t'ward rank and file. Working hard to find a smile. Living life by each command, not by what they understand. Higher-ups by choice have planned. Being like the ones before, checking ev'ry hole and door, cautiously new ground explore. Nomad life, protecting home. Hair so short, no need for comb. Bivouac, but never roam. When the discharge papers come days of life may still be some, Freedom still may feel the thumb. Hopefully, the fam'ly's here still with love to cherish dear those, who served, and kept from fear. Sometimes soldiers live alone, far from peers in pain they groan, questioning the seeds they've sown. Let us help them, now, be healed, safe from mortared battlefield, giving life, that hope can yield. Cherished gifts of nation sweet, soldier's needs we now must meet, that the Lord one Day will greet. by Jay O’Toole on August 18th, 2022 |
plants produce their food water must prevent distress color beauty glows by Jay O’Toole on August 16th, 2022 |
prompt: Read Genesis 15:5, Genesis 21:1-5, Genesis 22, Luke 1:26-33, Matthew 27:45-50 --------------------------------------------------------- The chosen ones, who serve the Lord have often had to wait to see the promise of His Word. It seems so awfully late. For Abraham was past his prime when Isaac came to be his son redeemed in joy sublime. The promised one was he. And Moses lost his name to stand 'pon burning sands alone, until the day God's Flame, unfanned, bid him to Pharoah's throne. God's Only Son spent many days in Joseph's shop, sore-caked by sweat, and dust to money raise with the family's needs at stake. What can we say? The Lord of all in stark obscurity worked just like us, until His call to serve us openly. "He grew up as a tender plant, a root out of dry ground. His beauty was of men just scant. We looked, but no looks abound." "He was despised, of men not loved, a man so sad, quite knowing grief. We hid our faces from God's Dove. He was despised without relief." "Our griefs so surely He hath borne. Our sorrows He hath carried, full, that He was stricken, stripped, and shorn, by God was beaten, afflicted cruel." "For our transgressions, wounds He knew. It was our sins made His back striped. The whippings of our peace tore through His shredded skin. Our debts He wiped." Perspective's Wisdom, newly made, I see that Time is on His side. My task, His Will to be obeyed. His gift, to save me from all pride. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- "2 For he shall grow up before him as a tender plant, and as a root out of a dry ground: he hath no form nor comeliness; and when we shall see him, there is no beauty that we should desire him. "3 He is despised and rejected of men; a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief: and we hid as it were our faces from him; he was despised, and we esteemed him not. "4 Surely he hath borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows: yet we did esteem him stricken, smitten of God, and afflicted. "5 But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed." (Isaiah 53:2-5, KJV) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- by Jay O’Toole on August 15th, 2022 |
"One thing have I desired of the LORD, that will I seek after; that I may dwell in the house of the LORD all the days of my life, to behold the beauty of the LORD, and to enquire in his temple. For in the time of trouble he shall hide me in his pavilion: in the secret of his tabernacle shall he hide me; he shall set me up upon a rock. And now shall mine head be lifted up above mine enemies round about me: therefore will I offer in his tabernacle sacrifices of joy; I will sing, yea, I will sing praises unto the LORD." (Psalm 27:4-6, KJV) -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The deepest thing within my heart, the thing I'll always seek to find, is that the Lord will from the start permit me live with Him so kind. I'd dwell in the House of the Lord, today, to behold His Beauty, and to ask, "May I just worship, daily say, Your Grace is giv'n beyond my task." For in great trouble's wearisome time He hides me in His safe, safe place. The secret of His tent sublime He hides me on a rock apace. And now my head on high is lift above my foes, who 'round me stand. My joy is offered for His Gift. I sing great praises for His Plan. He came to save my sinful soul, so wretched in my stains and dross. The third day stood to make me whole, enforcing payment on His cross. His Father gave me as a gift to His Lone Son, a trophy rare. Forever debt and payment shift would make me His without a care. (John 6:37, KJV) by Jay O’Toole on August 12th, 2022 |
"Fear thou not; for I am with thee: be not dismayed; for I am thy God: I will strengthen thee; yea, I will help thee; yea, I will uphold thee with the right hand of my righteousness." (Isaiah 41:10, KJV) ------------------------------------------------------------- Don't be afraid when all seems lost. The Savior cannot fail. Don't be afraid when your heart is tossed. His "Peace" makes smooth the gale. Don't be afraid. This, too, shall pass for Christ has purchased you. Don't be afraid. 'Tis clear as glass the way He guides you through. Don't be afraid. Eternal bliss will be here in a breath. Don't be afraid. His Joy will miss all sadness after death. "Don't be afraid. I'm with you, now. Don't be dismayed. I am your God. Don't be afraid. Your strength is my vow. Don't be dismayed. My Help is quite broad. "Don't be afraid. I'm holding you up by My Right Hand, that always does right you may trust." This God, Who makes children, and calls them to sup will keep us forever. His Ways are most just. by Jay O’Toole on August 11th, 2022 |
heating hours fewer sooner night means temps are less respite for the day by Jay O’Toole on August 10th, 2022 |
Gentle light in place to craft, peaceful moments fair, smile upon the face, that laughed, lifting daily care. Place to craft in gentle space, knitting hopeful heart, stop to rest, enjoying grace, watch Him peace impart. Place to craft as Life is stilled, joy and wonders made, hopeful land, we're blessed and filled, each gift of hand displayed. by Jay O’Toole on August 9th, 2022 |
Sitting quietly in the eve, watching, waiting, while it's now. Wanting ne'er this time to leave, hopeful moments, honor's bow. Sitting quietly, wile away the breaths of peace, that gentle hearts. Life continues through today, until God calls, "This world depart." Sitting quietly ever blest. God's great Gift has saved the soul. "Come to Him. Eschew the test. Know His Hand doth make thee whole." by Jay O’Toole on August 8th, 2022 |