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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)    |
| Darkness haunts the scurrying days of life, that wonder, "What's next?" So many days rushed past the portals of youthful triumph at breakneck speed. Things to do with places to go, while occasionally a friend would run in lock-step. Is this aging soul merely mushed into the urn of "Used-to-be Usefulness?" Final vestiges of light silhouette the trunks, limbs, and leaves of daily life amid the growing garment of night. So many things unsaid. So many things left undone. What would be the wisest path through the oncoming uncertainty? The benefits of nightly cover show myriad gains. Sleep brings forgetfulness of less-than-hopeful moments. Rest bears thoughts on lofty wings of dreaminess. None looks upon the face of weary, languid tears puffed in heaving breaths. Gnarly fingers clasp their terminal grasp, squeezing out the graying light of day. Sentries of night stand transfixed beneath the murky sky, that once was day. The blazing light of technology pushes back the blanket of suffocating night. "Will I be remembered? Is there a new day to come? Will hope attend me when I wake?" Depression battles for mastery amid the fading strength of youth. useful day is gone darkness stands 'mid absent light comes the day anew by Jay O’Toole on June 19th, 2024   |
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