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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)    |
| How do we honor what was lost one week ago? The rushing water, ghostly loud, too swift it snatched those sleeping gems of life, none can replace. Last moments known only to God when facing the unfeeling foe. The water rises overcoming the foundation's refuge. Merciless assailant unhindered by doors still bolted and latched. Some find the roof with life's last strength as heroes finally succumb. The two, still clasping hands when found, so far away, were swept. The preacher saved so many lives, but finally his was lost. The young man saved his family, still bled of glass, then gone. The nine were saved through one small hole. They scrambled to the roof. The young man stood on an electrical box until salvation came. Some youth were in a bus, singing to praise the One, Who saves. Too many lost, so many saved. Such hope and devastation mixed. How do we grieve with those who grieve to honor what we cannot know? Remember. Pray. In silence stand. Now, wordlessly most broken are the ones who grieve such lasting loss. Most broken are the ones whose grief is little help for those who need it most. by Jay O’Toole on July 11th, 2025   |
The cycle of the news may turn, but still the living Truth is someday soon we yet may learn th'extent of rain's reproof. That Texas is so very large, none ever can deny. The floods that rage are still in charge of scenes that make us cry. But years ago in '85 some windshear caused great pain with DFW alive from crash in mighty rain. Yet, afterwards, equipment grew to help us see distress, preventing some because we knew, where shear could make a mess. Her sinking back in 1912 brought infamy to bear. Into the whys, Titanic delve, improving safety's care. Communication has improved, but still the weather's strong. The danger is not fully removed, but still Hope finds a song. That lives are changed, we know it's true, and what we can, we do, but God, Who knows the end where to is there for me and you. Each new day dawns by God's Own Grace. His Will is to be done. The fires char the ground's own face as pine cone seeds are won. by Jay O’Toole on July 10th, 2025 |
How do we live when days are short? Disasters fall across our way. Though stuck in search of blest import, we live as best we can this day. We live so focused on the deed, and blast ourselves for needs unmet, forgetting most the hopes we read, inflicting inward social debt. I am not God. So why should I be only satisfied of when I live perfection in the try of saving other lives to win. To live right here, to meet the needs of those for whom I'm called to care is better far than far-off deeds I cannot do, though oft I stare. To live this life, to faithful be, while praying for those deeply hurt as focused on Eternity, not one job given to shirk, nor skirt. A trial of my faith is this, that oft I would do greater deeds than those I do with a daily kiss in search of honor made of greed. "Lord, grant me live this life each day in search of benefit to all, that small things done as You're obeyed, fulfill the everlasting Call." by Jay O’Toole on July 9th, 2025 |
The sadness, that we deeply feel 'bout those who've lost their lives these days won't go away, nor quickly heal, though we need many warm displays. "They're far away, but I'm right here. Is sending money quite enough? My daily life is living near. So much to do. How show we love?" The words are small. The heart is full. How desperate now to do some good! The "running all directions" pull's not helpful 'twould be done by mood. Our greatest gift in Texas' pain is prayer for hope, whose life still lasts. Those saved, we know we'll see again. All What Ifs tucked in silent Past. The leadership of those that serve be praised for all the good they've done. Their focused effort never swerves. Great hope in many victories won. The loss of even one small child makes every parent-heart be broke. The Presence of the Lord so mild holds each redeem-ed face awoke. The days of life on this Earth changed, but hopeful days forevermore will see a future rearranged, which merits of His Life implore. by Jay O’Toole on July 8th, 2025 |
"Oh, Dad and Mom, it's gotten bad. It's difficult to find some glad. You flew away in normal peace, but Normal's moorings have been released. "The Middle East is saying words, like 'Peace and Safety'. Now, we're lured. These things God's Word says must be time to fly away as Hope is blurred, to live with Him the life sublime." "So, Dad and Mom, remember when the Oklahoma snow was really high. You up a hill with sled me sent, but down too fast I then did fly. Through the parking lot my sled, now bent was finally stopped amid some cry." What great snow we all knew this year, but not as big as the Oklahoma kind. Extreme the temps, it's becoming clear. So hot this summer! So bright to blind! The tropical storm dumped rain upon rain. Texas flooded, families pained. A safe campground, some still not found. The sweetest joys lay awful drowned. "The sleepy time was really bad. I could not find my mom and dad. The noise was loud. I could not breathe. The black and mud were dark and scary." "I fell asleep, but soon could see. His Face was bright as Jesus held me. I'm not afraid anymore. I feel safe. I'll See You in the Morning, Dad & Mom." Such loss, who can yet speak it out? Is it yet clear, while there's some doubt? How can I say what I can't know? Yet, God can plant what He can grow. by Jay O’Toole on July 7th, 2025 |
We're glad to live in this free land, but freedom costs the faithful, "Watch." To keep us free, in truth we stand with eyes no searching e'er can match. The freest free we'll ever live is when we trust in God Most High. Depend we on what He can give, and not on strength we e'er could try. In Valley Forge, knelt Washington. He called on God to save us all. This nation blest by Country's son lived leadership as his strong call. And too when Lincoln prayed his prayer, it was that God's great Will be done. Depended he through awful care as nation saved The Divine Will was won. All humans need what God Alone can give to each, who on Him lean, but leaning strength is all but flown were not God's Power to save and clean. Dependence day through saving trust brings Freedom for Eternity. The God, Who saves is He, Who's Just, and Merciful, the lost to free. Our Independence Day is blest as long as we on God depend. Through daily trials and hardest test, rely on Him to us defend. by Jay O’Toole on July 4th, 2025 |
1. Twice Born in Heart Reborn. Independence, saved from unhelpful life, gifted free by someone's battle. Past was won, Future bliss that starts right Now. Responsibility is His, Gratitude is a joy. Mem'ry each day, Reborn. --------------------------------------------------- 2. Dependence Makes Free Rely on One, Who saves. To lean upon His Shade makes one independent from Man. Depend on He, Whose strength is Victory. All freedom starts with His Lone Plan. By Him all saints are made. No lasting graves Decry. by Jay O’Toole on July 3rd, 2025 |
Name-calling shows character, since Jacob's life, the cheater's fame. He stole his brother's birthright, blest. His father's blessing, swift to claim. But Israel, "the Prince of God." So named by God's Divine bequest, had striven with the Lord all night. He limped away from this long test. Saul, leader "desired" and "asked for" like the king would destroy the early Christian saints, but knocked off of his high-horse, blind, Paul became "small," then jailed for his taints. The Lord of All so born, and called one Jesus (Savior), Christ, the King. This Christ (Messiah) on the cross, arose as all the saints now sing. On my own birthday, Stanley born, a "rock quarry" bequeathed to be. In irony much weakness shown, but one day, strong, so made by He. By names we call the souls inside. Consistently, the names are known by character through the lives we live. At last, into the names we've grown. Be wise when naming place and child. We may not know the goals we set, each self-fulfilling prophecy at end of days, by names are met. O God of Mercy's lasting Gift, bequeath to each an honored name, that in Your Presence, Joy be lift, made holy by Christ's Merit's Claim. Description: Names/Titles show the character of the item or person being named. Phrase/Image: Name called = Character by Jay O’Toole on July 2nd, 2025 |
grass with tassels tall snake could hide, slither away mowed down in its prime by Jay O’Toole on July 1st, 2025 |
So hot it is these longish days. I melt right through my shirt. How cold it was when light displays kept childlike hearts alert. The air conditioner's a must in Georgia's muggy heat. The 30's daily cold we trust, so snuggled in a seat. Don't barehand the steering wheel too soon when the car's been in the sun, but sing a little Christmas tune when nighttime's cold is done. Our Independence Day has lights that shine through dark night skies. The twinkle lights light up the nights to heal affected sighs. The fireworks of the coolish eve relieve the daytime heat, and Winter's chill can oft achieve the southern heat's defeat. by Jay O’Toole on June 30th, 2025 |
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