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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)

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February 3, 2023 at 6:55pm
February 3, 2023 at 6:55pm
#1044192
These trees become grand silhouettes,
great arms, and feathery branches.
The light is lost as night is met
the need for darkness stanches.

We say, “Goodbye” as friendships fade
into the days now past us.
We hope our words were best obeyed
with memories held, not casted.

The night orbs burn with twinkling lights
the sun’s-light gracious gave them.
We thank the Lord, that hope still bites
through dourness of grave men.

The silhouettes become the place
for bright night lights to paint them.
A silvery glow now lights each face
as shadowed features acquaint them.

Naught left to see within the yard,
unlike Sir Carroll’s “muchness.”
My eyes do strain to see quite hard
of property’s new “lessness.”


by Jay O’Toole
on February 3rd, 2023


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February 2, 2023 at 6:37pm
February 2, 2023 at 6:37pm
#1044094
The sun goes down. The sun comes up
upon the same ol' day.
We build the same old coffee cup
to go our same old way.

Tomorrow will be February two,
just like it was today.
The next day after that we'll do
the same, that we now say.

I wonder when will cycles stop
to bring us newer times?
I wonder when we'll movie shop
to reach a better clime.

A groundhog sounds like someone who
puts all their things around
to keep a plot of land from you
as selfishness abounds.

Just start the clock a-going now.
Make Punxsutawney past,
that when tomorrow comes somehow
the future then will last.


by Jay O’Toole
on February 2nd, 2023


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February 1, 2023 at 2:37pm
February 1, 2023 at 2:37pm
#1044008
Are the days gone by, now really in the past?
Is there no benefit
from thoughts of childhood, that still last
to help the senior medalist?

The days of joy, and playing in the yard,
until the sun went down,
creates the ancient and the bard,
whose words would change a frown.

The holiday's "eternity"
brought joy to ev'ry heart.
All wrapped in coats their "play" to free.
Its laughter always starts.

The days of mirth need be reborn.
Let's hold that child upon the knee
to stroke the pate of Self once torn,
to comfort smallish me.

We can't return to the days of yore
in childlike body gone,
but rest with him (or her) some more
makes daily trials won.


by Jay O’Toole
on February 1st, 2023


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January 31, 2023 at 10:39pm
January 31, 2023 at 10:39pm
#1043968
Garland hangs around the space,
reflecting lights about.
The long, and thin, and silver chaise,
the red and white doth shout.

The vestiges of Christmas past
enhance the winter's nights.
These garlands make the season last
to keep the lifetime bright.

The child remembers garlanded trees
with fluffy, silver rope.
Their daily tactile picture frees
to give the man some hope.


by Jay O’Toole
on January 31st, 2023


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January 30, 2023 at 1:54pm
January 30, 2023 at 1:54pm
#1043900
In the hope of good to come

The past must find its place to lie down
The present rests in future Day's crown

Each nemesis of tortured thoughts nip my heels
Stepping forward, hope can grow, but doubt, it reels
Logic knows the way ahead, but heart still feels
When all's done the blessings of each joy bell peals.

The future sings its Truth and hopes dance.
Forget what's done, making blest advance.

In the hope of good to come


by Jay O’Toole
on January 30th, 2023


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January 27, 2023 at 9:24pm
January 27, 2023 at 9:24pm
#1043759
The sun was shining wondrous bright.
The pansies needed homes.
The work required was far from light.
I tousled up the loam.

A three-pronged claw released the roots.
My hands grabbed clods of grass,
and throwing them past my big boots,
I finished a big task.

Garden soil, now, fully bare,
I brought the cedar mulch,
and smoothed the cover from here to there
aroma to divulge.

Well thought-out placement, flower faces
found their homes in front
of the greenhouse "castle," and it's graces,
like a cake of loamy bundt.

This joy, now done needs water's spray
to quench the thirst of all,
to settle roots in newest day,
protection from God call.

Such beauty blessed, I pray their safety now
from cold and fauna, that they might e'er live.
The frost tonight could make them freeze and bow,
but hope in tact, I'll wait them time to give.

The pansies last beyond the hardened freeze,
but deer can be another thing, indeed.
The ice can come and go on all of these,
but "salad" brings them low of faunish greed.

By grace we'll see the pansies soon,
and joy at ev'ry sight.
Tonight the cold may be a boon
for springtime's joy, delight.


by Jay O’Toole
on January 27th, 2023


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January 26, 2023 at 5:20pm
January 26, 2023 at 5:20pm
#1043705
Work, it comes so often now,
to grab my mind and eyes, and brow
the briskest pace elicits, "WOW!
Do we have time to rest?
"

The job is often just the same
as yesterday when then we came.
Consistency we bless, not blame
as making comfort's nest.

At work, we run, while dripping sweat
to pay our bills, and keep from debt,
ensuring goals are daily met
to bring us smiles when done.

My prayer is that when life is o'er
my work will pass the fire before,
existing in God's ready store
as blessings ever won.


by Jay O’Toole
on January 26th, 2023


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January 25, 2023 at 2:41pm
January 25, 2023 at 2:41pm
#1043660
Finding strength to move ahead
is in the Hands of God.
Following now when once we led
seems hard to thank, applaud.

"My Grace is all, that you will need,"
so says the Mighty Lord,
"Your weakness becomes strength, indeed,"
when resting on The Word.

Then Paul enjoins, that "gladness comes"
when "weak days are embraced,
for then,
" says he, "Christ's gladdest sums
of Power can rest in Grace.
"

Now, finding strength to truly live
is gifted from Above.
No works from me are left to give,
receiving blessed Love.


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2 Corinthians 12:9, KJV,
And he said unto me,
My grace is sufficient for thee:
for my strength is made perfect in weakness.
Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities,
that the power of Christ may rest upon me.


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by Jay O’Toole
on January 25th, 2023


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January 24, 2023 at 11:25pm
January 24, 2023 at 11:25pm
#1043626
To say the things I'd like to say
is always my first goal,
but thoughts expressed of the day to day
may end up not quite whole.

Why do the things, that mean the most
within the heart of me
become some sad words, often toast
when I speak them liberally?

Why do my tries to share the Truth
so often just fall flat?
Why does the zeal from my own youth
seem best when under my hat?

Confused our speech the Lord, He did
when Man built to the stars.
Improper worship must be rid.
So, language met with scars.

Communication fractures much
when views are not the same.
We speak with strength all hearts to touch,
but hearing is to blame.


by Jay O’Toole
on January 24th, 2023


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January 23, 2023 at 10:15pm
January 23, 2023 at 10:15pm
#1043581
chilly, wet, and cold
blowing strong as winter’s kept
flora, fauna rest


by Jay O’Toole
on January 23th, 2023


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