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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)    |
Moments of peace amid the fur Sit and wait, sniff and purr. “You’re my friend,” or lightning claws make you stop in quickness pause. “Welcome to my stately home. Pay the price, and you may come. Drink your coffee. Watch me pounce. Life I have by pound and ounce.” The twinkly lights are quite a plus. Move real slow. There’s not a fuss. Move real fast, the tail’s a blur. “Your blood is red. I’m doctor, Sir.” “Watch the clock. When time is up, then you must leave, and go to sup. The sun will set, and night will come, Return, again, to visit some.” by Jay O’Toole on December 27th, 2021 |
Christmas: O'er, but not forgot, always needed, hits the spot. Bless-ed day to praise the Lord, Chosen Lamb, Incarnate Word. The after day, great truth we know. We praise Him all these days below. We joy to seek his Presence here, to give our best, and then it's clear. What can't we do with Christmas past? He came on a mission ever vast. He gives us Hope and hearts a flight. He gives us Day, that knows no night. To Christmas music e'er we list. We seek His face in times like this. We know His grace and lay down fear. He comes we know. Our ears they hear. Each Christmas writ on leaves of Time, forever held in Hands Sublime. Each moment's Christmas through the Day. Christmas carols always play. by Jay O’Toole on December 26th, 2021 |
Christmas Day is here, again, filled with love and care. Time with family's aye a win, wondrous hope to share. Christmas Day is here to show why we dare to live because the Savior born to grow died and rose to give. Christmas Day comes once a year, but Jesus came to stay, Salvation's cross is free and clear. His Father's Plan obeyed. Christmas Day remembers most, that Jesus came to Earth to pay our debt, and be our Host to give us His Own Worth. Christmas Day is leaving soon, but Jesus never will. His Victory has Sin now hewn, believers' lasting thrill. by Jay O’Toole on December 25th, 2021 |
Happy Christmas Eve, my friends, a-waiting for the birth of He, Who died, and rose again to give us lasting worth. Happy Christmas Eve in Joy to live and worship best The One, Whose Blood, our soul's envoy defeats the greatest test. Happy Christmas Eve we pause to contemplate The One, Whose coming is the lasting cause of Hope, God's Only Son. Happy Christmas Eve, Dear Lord! Our Blessing is Your Name. You are the Truth of Your Dear Word. We're ever glad you came. Happy Christmas Eve, O Babe, Who laid in swaddling clothes, reminding of myrrh strips obeyed. Unbound, the third day rose. by Jay O’Toole on December 24th, 2021 |
Another eve like the string before, quite nondescript as evenings go, but still the darkness can't implore a nothingness of naught to know. An eve of nothing special to do, but sip a cup, hot chocolate's bliss, and when the day is finally through, reflect upon the good of this. Some nights just stand, attend the great as humans do when greatness comes, but these were born, it seems of late to fill the coffers' noble sums. Foundation plants may seem unseen, and twinkling lights may hang and glow, but plants of color, only green enhance the property for show. The colorful lights around the post show Hope's enduring warm effect. The ones we must remember most are those, whose work we might neglect. by Jay O’Toole on December 23rd, 2021 |
Wondrous sun, a Christmas day as we wait and think. Blessings here to joy display as we sip our drink. Coffee in the coffee shop, tea at the breakfast bar. Buying Christmas 'til we drop in sunshine or by star. Christmas, nearly over now. What to do beyond? Maybe sit, and soak, and bow, and to the Lord respond. Christmas is not just one day, that's o'er when Giftwrap piles. Believers keep it on display. This Babe with hope-filled smiles. Christmas lives within the heart. The Christ has found an home. Salvation is His Plan's blest start. We need not e'ermore roam. by Jay O’Toole on December 22nd, 2021 |
Christmas week in restful house. Drink a cup of tea. Sip it slowly. Await the spouse. These colorful lights we see. Heavy load of work this week. Wait for Joe's warm bliss. Quiet moments, those we seek, coffee cup to kiss. The season's peace is hard to catch 'mid things we ought to do, but when it's o'er there stands a patch of waiting when we're through. Waiting in this Christmas rush is often hard to feel. To stand, and stare, and breathe, and hush makes Hope to seem more real. A comfy chair, a piping cup, while waiting takes its time. Some presents unbought when time was up, but heart renewed was prime. by Jay O’Toole on December 21st, 2021 |
Christmas treasures on the way to His wondrous birth. Christmas seen from day to day of surpassing worth. Christmas treasures in this week are often bit by bit. Christmas wisdom we must seek for hope, that we may get. Christmas treasures, little thoughts hold such awesome truths. Christmas things, that we were taught from our early youth. Christmas treasures, moment's peace. Coffee cup, so warm makes a Christmas, known release, free from all alarms. Christmas treasures, stop and list to the bird's lone call. Christmas hopes and truest bliss are wrapped in Christ, our all. by Jay O’Toole on December 20th, 2021 |
One more week of Christmas goodness. One more week to shop. One more week of thoughts and broodies, then will Santa stop. One more week of Christmas parties. One more week of sweets. One more week are tarts and Smarties, then to fat defeat. One more week of wrapping presents. One more week to hide gifts important to the residents, opened then with pride. One more week of Christmas singing, just to cause you to buy. One more week enticements bringing, on new clothes to try. One more week of Santa photos, "Get your pictures, here." One more week of manger grottos to give us meaning clear. by Jay O’Toole on December 17th, 2021 |
Christmas nights of lovely lights, and tuneful days beyond fill the heart with hope so bright, and everlasting bond. Quiet moments ev'ry eve, filled with fanblade beats. Breezes blown to rest retrieve. Wondrous Christmas eats. Two weeks off from school to play the children, youth in joy, wrap up warm to fun obey, and lighter thoughts employ. Christmas Eve, that night of nights, when Santa makes his run, and childlike hearts with smiles so bright wake up to see, "'Tis done." Then what is left for months to come, but Jadis' reign of ice, we cover all, each part and sum, surviving 'til it's nice. Remember well the lights and songs, while searching for the green. Rememer all those shopping throngs when presents can't be seen. Remember moments we embrace bring nourishment to hearts, that through Earth's grand prevenient grace the Lord will Hope impart. by Jay O’Toole on December 16th, 2021 |
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