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 |    We live much of life amid unique choices. Joy is anchored in The One beyond our life. |
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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)    |
blue is striped with white from the Earth to outer space restful to the eyes by Jay O’Toole on May 9th, 2022 |
How dear my wife throughout these years! How wondrous life to share! How many ways her heart still nears my own to show her care. So many years my wife she'd been when she called me aside to view a test so great her grin. She beamed in joyous pride. "That looks just like a pregnancy test." Uh-huh. She nods her head. "Really?" I said, now feeling blessed. So glad to sit where led. The daughter was born and blest we are still. My wife is now a Mom. These joys I love by God's great will with daily joys anon. A happy day to Mother Joy, who doth birth art and friends. My dearest love without alloy. Most sweet she my heart tends. by Jay O’Toole on May 7th, 2022 |
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 |
"For the eyes of the LORD run to and fro throughout the whole earth, to shew himself strong in the behalf of them whose heart is perfect toward him." (II Chronicles 16:9a-b, KJV) -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "O, Lord, where are the perfect hearts, not perfect in themselves, but perfect where redemption starts, not righteous on the shelves?" "We have no right to blessings ask, to stand our goodness on, but in Your Mercy, there to bask, and that we ask anon." "We all deserve the worst of Hell. Each breath and heartbeat is grace. O, speak Your Kindness, Hope, please tell, and shine on us Your Face." Too oft today's a holiday. We pray our prayers and split. We cry at Judgment's full display. We get what we should get, But He, Who sees examines all the deepest parts of men to find the ones, who hear His call in spite of all their sins. The God of Mercy mercy loves, condemns no broken souls, confessing wrong, who look Above for Grace to be made whole. Though be we few, we pray-ers, still, our longing faith and needs, we pour them towards His blessed Will, and rest upon His Deeds. by Jay O’Toole on May 5th, 2022 |
'tween the cold and hot days grow hotter, air is wet summer's hors d'oeuvres tray by Jay O’Toole on May 4th, 2022 |
There's a time to write each day. It may be morning, noon, or night. Make some words for best display. Create some thoughts, and shine some light. Nothing gives such great distress as wanting to express my heart, waiting for these words to bless, but finding none to help me start. Then, I find my oft recourse is striking out to talk about things I'm thinking now, of course. It helps me make each verse, no doubt. Resting helps the mind stay fresh. So, take a day or two away. When you're back the words will mesh into a joy for new display. by Jay O’Toole on May 3rd, 2022 |
Gentle glow of Christmas lights nestled in my nook. Warmed inside by wondrous sights, heat outside doth cook. Summer days we must respect nearly half a year. Ne'er the AC we neglect. Hopeful, bless-ed cheer. Crank the cold to frost your toes. Knit your heart and sticks. Christmas joy, it always shows as pleasantries affix. Start your scarves as Christmas gifts. When it's time to wrap many stitches, hearts you'll lift. Joyful hands will clap. by Jay O’Toole on May 2nd, 2022 |
| O, what does it means to worship the Lord? Must I fall on my face? Must I jump and dance to the clouds? Must I write the greatest poem? Must I weep? Must I do anything at all? O, Lord, You are so great! You are so good! I have nothing to give to You, but that which You gift to me. I am nothing, but You make something of me. I did not make myself. You made me. Because of Jesus I have worth. Because of Jesus I have hope. Because of Jesus I am new. Because of Jesus I am what You made me to be. Made aware Jesus is the Lord of Glory. Made aware Jesus has created all things. Made aware the Throne of Eternity is Jesus’ rightful Throne. Made aware, that Jesus has always been King, and He will always be King. Jesus is the Savior. Christ is Messiah, the Lord’s Anointed. Jehovah Shalom is our PEACE. Worship is about focus. I see Jesus. Worship is about silence. Jesus is the Word of God. Worship is rest. The wings and arms of Jesus are strong. They meet my needs. Worthy is the Lamb of God. Worship Him. Order your thoughts in His Presence. Worship Him. Rest in His Presence. Worship Him. Show His Glory. Worship Him. Harbor for His Presence is the heart of the believer. Worship Him. Image of Grace, believing face. Worship Him. “Praise is comely for the Saint.” Worship Him. Worthy. Order. Rest. Show. Harbor. Image. Praise. WORSHIP. by Jay O’Toole on May 1st, 2022 |
The flowers bloom in purple light, a pastel bliss for all. This softest hue before the night begins the eyes to call. Each petal, and the stamen, rare, in dancing beauty sing. The whitest parts seem to cause us stare for infrared's a thing. This makeshift card from days of yore in hand-tint color's joy creates a gift, that's worthy for sure, that antique sellers employ. by Jay O’Toole on April 30th, 2022 |
For you can write a poem, too, day by day, and day by day. A joyful heart is yours when through, day by day, and come what may. You do not know to rhythm, rhyme? Yet, you are talking all the time. I think your words are truly prime with thoughts to share in any clime. “I cannot write. I daren’t create. They’ll laugh at me of Perfection’s naught.” “But if you start, you’re never late with hopeful lines, that you just bought.” An app for finding rhyming words or websites, that can help you, too, are just the tickets for us nerds, that find our rhymes in words so new. "But what of rhythms? Apps don't aid if we don't know the truest beat." "All words are sized, and truly made to help explore all rhythms, neat." I think someone may still object to classic forms of poems known, but still the verse we shan't neglect without these forms to "pick the bone." When free verse is the way to go, neglect it not, since rhymes you dread. The bird so caged can't fly and grow as Lynyrd Skynyrd aptly said. But when you'd learn the classic forms take note some syllables are short. That makes them short in rhythm's dorm, and longer syllables add import. Let's take a Bible verse and try to find the forms of poetry there. When rhymes and rhythms thus apply, what joy for us to pause write there. But when we need to free express the truths God's Word enlightens hearts, the written words do still us bless as God's Dear Spirit food imparts. We find this verse, John 3:16, translated for us to our tongue. The poems form, that we may glean impresses us in praise, that's sung. "For God so loved this world He made, but broken by the blight of sin, that His Dear Son, He full obeyed so gifted from all sin to win. "We win this awful tug-of-war believing Christ, the Only Son. We will not perish as before, since He for us this life has won." "Since God has the greatest love for all the world, He gave us the greatest Gift, that could be given, His Only and Only One Son, Jesus. As the only possible result, anyone, who believes him, receiving this greatest of all Gifts, would no longer be under God's Condemnation of perishing forever in Hell, but would rather be in the Hands of His Grace, experiencing the everlasting, eternal life of unchanging Joy in His Presence Forever." by Jay O’Toole on April 30th, 2022 |
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