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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)    |
Frigid days of deepening roots may seem like naught at all, but in the time of blossoming fruit, we're walking very tall. When walking in our growth, it rains, and then we need to dry, but thirsty plants make thankful gains, and fruitfulness is nigh. Though darkness comes on growing walks, the sun will shine, again. The Lord may speak in heartfelt talks to free us from our sin. Though growth may oft begin in pain, that causes us to fear. The testing will not e'er be vain, settling us as dear. by Jay O’Toole on January 20th, 2022 |
Too often we in foolish jest may tease about the Christmas warm. A T-shirt worn as Santa's best brings presents without winter's harm. "That's Christmas in The South," we say, remembering not The One, Who's cold can start upon a New Year's Day, and last until we're feeling old. I'm grateful for the respite sun, which shines on this first month's day past noon. More days of cold must still be done, but relief days return real soon. That springtime's song will sing, again, brings hope to chilly pates, now wrapped. The flowers will bloom for Earth and men. All doors will ope to hearts now trapped. Seasons come and seasons go as Living Truth makes life to move. All forward progress, that we know, is maintained as His Power behooves. by Jay O’Toole on January 19th, 2022 |
days begin their march walking like a chilly breeze springtime is a song by Jay O’Toole on January 18th, 2022 |
| Why does the past still trouble me now? Why do dark figures arise in my mind? Why does the weight cause my back down to bow? Where is a place, both safe and most kind? Childhood, your thoughts were needed back then. Now, they do cause me to stumble a-pace, wondering how to presently win, wondering what would be a good face. Look to the Lord, and find in Him peace. Look to the cross, and find your soul's Gift. Look to the future enveloped by Grace. Look to Christ's tomb. Its emptiness lifts. by Jay O’Toole on January 17th, 2022 |
Some days Hope is wondrous plain. It walks with us and colors glow. The Future doth look bright, again, and each rested heart can good things know. Some days Hope its slickers dons to trudge through the rain of heartfelt tears. It would the gale be sooner gone, a-blowing hence its lifelong fears. Some days Hope, it seeks to hide to draw us in to nearer be for sometimes sit we in our pride, expecting Hope to always see. Some days Hope has a voice so faint, that we must strain to hear one word, but though the devil would blackness paint the hopeful thought wings like a bird. This Hope beyond all living hope restores our faith to hope, again. We're given help when we can't cope, by One, Who paid for every sin. Hope Beyond Hope seems hard to find when try we everything we know, but in the days, that are unkind perennial plants gain the strength to grow. Hope Beyond Hope helps the glazing eyes to see, again, at a higher view. The days of pain 'mid heartfelt cries may know great peace when all is through. Hope Beyond Hope when Try doth cease, resigns itself to Nevermore. In giving up we find increase, and the Risen King with greater store. by Jay O’Toole on January 14th, 2022 |
Moments come and moments go. These times to really think and be can help the heart to fully know, can help the mind to fully see. Moments are life's daily cells. We wait and rest in quietness, and come to hear what breathing tells, and come to seek His Love to bless. Moment's promissory note of grace can give us hope to newly live. We now do stop to seek His Face, we now do find the hope He gives. Moments bid us, "Watch, and wait to find the Truth in His blest call." Begin we then to serve Him great. Begin we then to 'fore Him fall. by Jay O’Toole on January 13th, 2022 |
The poem is a hardy friend. He lets you rant and rave or sends you to a nook to mend, your parsing mind to save. The poem sees a bit of heart, that needs a voice to speak. He gives you hope, a place to start, a nuance, that you seek. The poem is a wondrous frame 'pon which to build your house. The walls are furnished much the same as waltzes by the Strauss. The poem is a coffee break, that warms the end of day, relieving you by the words he takes as heartfelt things to say. by Jay O’Toole on January 12th, 2022 |
fingers start to burn breezes start all life to hide shelter very soon by Jay O’Toole on January 11th, 2022 |
| Peace finds rest in a Person. Experience His SHALOM. Home in His Wings Enjoy. Accept His Gift. Focus on His Adoration. Come to Him. He paid the Cost. Eat from His Hand. He knows how to make the road Even. Peace is Christ’s Tool. No human hand can build it. No human heart can imagine it. No human life can live forever without it. Peace is Christ’s Tool. Salvation received is Peace applied. Peace with God, first. The Peace of God follows. Peace in the heart is given by Christ without man’s payment. by Jay O’Toole on January 10th, 2022 |
| Shalom, a blessing for the heart, creates completeness through the soul. When we're enough in God we start to know the peace, that makes us whole. Integrity fits each several part to serve in wondrous unity. Forgiveness brings the wounded heart restoration's ability. Mercy sheaths the sword away from unjust and wrongful men. Grace brings good for each new day to those, who have no chance to win. A life once broken, now can serve, but not like those, who've served through the years. Show kindness past what they deserve, and soon they'll leave their bleakest fears. "The words received, commands embraced, inclining ears to Wisdom's call prepare your greatness, not the tastes. On Understanding fully fall. "If you will cry to Knowledge know, and lift your voice to understand, if you will seek what silver shows, and search for treasures hid in land. "then you will grasp God's Holy Fear, and find the knowledge of the Lord. For He it is, Whose Wisdom's clear, out of His mouth comes the truest Word. "He brings sound Wisdom to the right. He buckles them to walk the way, that rightly keeping Judgment's road are saints preserved to in Him stay. "Then understanding righteousness, and Judgment, Equity, His Way when Wisdom in your heart doth bless, and Knowledge pleases your soul's day, "Discretion shall thy life preserve throughout this Time, throughout the Day, Understanding will thee serve," and Christ is thine, come what may. These words of Proverbs 2 bespeak eleven verses for the heart. "Shalom" to those, who Christ would seek. Each life begins in Him to start. by Jay O’Toole on January 7th, 2022 |
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