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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)    |
Such gentle reds these cardinal truths, the sentinels of snowy lands. How stark their flights adults, and youths some stand alone or in family bands. The tuft of hair of feathers made the titmouse mingles with the snow. Its silent gray on back displayed. Its piercing eyes seem much to know. Camellias cheer of yellow, red, Sasanquas glow when days are gray. The gift of snow on greens can spread the Christmas Joy before the Day. Sunflowers glazed with snowy ice. 'Tis past its prime. It's bowed to sleep. It's summer glory, truly nice, but seeds of winter new plants keep. Goldfinches on the feeder perch as snow falls down around their meal. The seeds within are worthy merch. So much their weight must daily fill. These snowscapes speak of glory great. Creator Blest shows His good worth through fowl and flowers, past and late, of myriad eggs for springtime birth. by Jay O’Toole on January 7th, 2026    |
| So when the days are flying fast with much to do, and little rest. Prioritize each moment, task, that when all's done, the all is blest. The flying thoughts swift past my face tug at my strength with greater draw. "I need Thy Help, O God of Grace, before I enter Too Fast's maw." "Slow down the flying jobs to do at saving pace, that I may find some way to honor all for You with gifts you've given greatly kind." The body ages parse the task. Watch the gauges. 'Sall I ask. Fly soon. Rest now. Fly now. Rest lost. Watch out! SPEED! Help mind! SLOW! Take it one task at a time. by Jay O’Toole on January 6th, 2026 |
| "Dear Lord, what can we hope to see in this new year of clean slate days? Will walking true set spirits free? Please, grant us all Your Words obey. "We have no good to bring in hand. To the Merits of Your Son we cling. He bought Salvation through Your Plan. Forever this great Gift we sing. "Dear Lord, events on Earth bring grief. Such pain and war do cast us down. How long before Your Blest Relief restores the smile in place of frown? "That Jesus' Rulership is sure, we live convinced, do ever know. Each heart, that is by Him made pure will serve Him e'er in good to grow. "Dear Lord, You choose the souls You save. You draw them with the cords of love, that coming ne'ermore held by grave in Joy to live with You Above. "Regenerated by the Breath, by The Spirit's working through His Will relieved by Grace from fear of death. Your Purpose evermore fulfill. "Dear Lord, we long for Your Return, that all things may be put most right. Cause the Sin of Earth to know the burn of Jesus' Merits or the Night. "We keep our post, until You come, that by Your Pow'r we'll faithful be. Amen in ev'ry part and sum to glory, laud, and honor He." by Jay O’Toole on January 5th, 2026 |
| The sun has set, and blue light dims, but warm the twinkle lights we burn. How dark the leaves upon the limbs. The hope of good causes heart to yearn. To sit and listen to the sounds of night as day bids all farewell brings moments respite lately found, and peace I can't begin to tell. The new year wanders through our days. The world is filled with feelings mixed. The time to rest begins the gaze. Some thoughts and blankness are betwixt. The mind finds coffee such a friend. It's warmth is gentle, sweetness light. It's wordless moments calmly tend the often silence of the night. by Jay O’Toole on January 4th, 2026 |
| The pages white as yet unknown, how will we write that book? These first three days of seeds now sown give just a minor look. "I wonder why sometimes these days test hopefulness and grace. To feel so lost with list obeyed, just waiting in this place. "The clouds outside seem like my heart. I'm blind to the way through. Has God a way for me to start? Is waiting what I must do? "Throughout my past I've had my back. I've known how to proceed, but now my greatest strength I lack. My pride has fed my greed. "I've been brought low. Who is my Guide? Is there some way to live? This devastation, reflex to hide, Is there some Hope to give? "These tears are all my eyes produce. My sight is all but gone. Please show me life of further use. Please, help me see some sun." by Jay O’Toole on January 3rd, 2026 |
| He staggered on with unsure feet. His goal ahead, the finish line. His strength now gone, "Something to eat. More energy," 'twas deep to mine. "Please, let me finish, O God Above. I've trained for months. I see the goal, but legs are stiff. I just can't move. A marathon? I'm most unwhole." In agony, he reached the goal. It seemed at times, "Why even try?" His training pushed past "the newborn foal" to feed resolve, restore the Why. The runner met the goal that day. He's often lived Life's races same. When weariness is on display, we must remember why we came. by Jay O’Toole on January 2nd, 2026 |
| That 26 Paychecks is really a lot. I'm certain it is, since I nearly forgot. Retirement now is a newish subplot, that I need cross the "t"s, and the "i"s give a dot. These 26 Paychecks in the year, '26 are really quite clever in the memory to fix. That our writing consists in the sweetest of tricks brings "ba, dump, bah, chih" by the drummer's quick licks. So, 26 Paychecks shows up half of 5-2, meaning every two weeks, there's something good just for you. What a pat on the back when the year is quite through! One wonders what happens when 27 is new. My 26 Paychecks bless my own birthday. The 26th day of the 8th month, I say. Not June or July, but an August display, that is better than best, and not merely okay. Now, 26 Paychecks start on January 14th. This task, numbered one must by then be completenth. Will the sanity be questioned? Nay, the humor is seenth. A new task, then forthcomes with the process repeatnth. by Jay O’Toole on January 1st, 2026 |
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