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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)    |
| Gentle light to sit and think before it's time to go. Peace of heart, and hope in link 'mid things we cannot know. Gentle light upon me now, the lull before the storm? Wond'ring 'bout the When and How of a possible alarm. Gentle light with time to sit as window sheers do wave. False alarms? The mind made fit to settle and behave. Gentle light to think and rest as clouded sun so gray keeps working as the Lord knows. His job is just to obey. To sit and think in gentle light reminds, that God is strong. In Him is Truth, and never night. He writes the lasting Song. by Jay O’Toole on August 22nd, 2025   |
| After the rain, temperatures are cool. After the rain, we rest. After the rain, the clouds as a rule still cover to make us feel blest. After the rain of thunder-filled lights we find that the earth is quite new. After the rain the softbox 'fore night brings smiles as the day is not through. After the rain, the pressure is gone. After the rain, there's a lull. After the rain, new health has been won. After the rain, the heart is now full. by Jay O’Toole on August 21st, 2025 |
Take a stitch, build a craft, something nice to make. One great choice, another laughed, a life well-lived's at stake. He worries that he'll do it wrong by taking a step right now, but who has ever sung a song all focused on the bow. The mountain is ascended slow, a marathon takes time. We start to do what we don't know. One foothold starts the climb. I failed a test in my fourth grade, was slow to tie my shoes. "Not quitting" was the word obeyed. Though "dumb" she label chose. The gaslight of the narcissist wounds. Yet, God can make a gem from he who trusts, eschews the dooms, and knows the Lord is Him. by Jay O’Toole on August 20th, 2025 |
We want to believe, that who we are is who we're supposed to be, but socializing is such a jar when others are unimpressed "with me." We want to believe, we matter a bunch, but something is terribly wrong when labels are "salted" 'cause I have a hunch, that others just don't like "my song." We want to believe, the Bible is true. It IS true, believe it or not. It's verses are best for both me and you. Let's listen to what may be forgot. "A man that hath friends must shew himself friendly." The Lord Himself knows how much I have tried, but these friendly efforts have been quite upended when others not knowing they're friendly, decried. So, who are disabled among human souls? The ones, who reach out so hard to befriend? Or those, so locked into their own minds as whole refuse all the others, whom they ought to tend? ------------------------------------------- Proverbs 18:24, KJV, “A man that hath friends must shew himself friendly: and there is a friend that sticketh closer than a brother.” ----------------------------------------------- by Jay O’Toole on August 19th, 2025 |
| So, maybe it will, but probably it won't. Yet, Wisdom doth prepare to shelter safe beyond the thrill of those who do not care. The awful thing I see is this the storm is causing sleep to those trust forecasting's track, but souls it may not keep. 'Tis too much like the storms of life, that cause the sturdy youth to run full-blast throughout his days, while missing lasting truth. When the Hurricane of God's Own Wrath doth blow the youth's house down, where will his frame of mind be at? Where will his soul be found? Some storms, like Erin, curse the fish, but a warning they should give, "If only in this life you're blessed, consider how to live." by Jay O’Toole on August 18th, 2025 |
| Light so hot upon the ground. Floods are raging through the land. To the future we are bound. Believing Hope in One Great Hand. Hurricanes and earthquakes, too, they always threaten ev'ry year. It seems this year as more comes through, the Message of the Lord is clear. "I will not always strive with Man. My Will is done, and that most quick. Repent, believe Salvation's Plan, before the Judgment's really thick." (Genesis 6:3, KJV) (I Thessalonians 4:14-18, KJV) (John 3:16-18; John 6:37,44, KJV) (Ephesians 2:8-10; Philippians 2:13, KJV) We sit within the manmade air, and still we melt so humidly. The hoped relief just makes us stare, awaiting days we cannot see. The mountains flood. The lowland's dry, but when The Deluge the Lord full made, those outside of the ark could cry, until their bodies were displayed. Please, know the Lord, while there's yet time. When the Wrath of Heaven comes in force, these days right now are a mere playtime, until God's Judgment runs Its course. Jesus born The Perfect Son died upon a cruel tree, buried after Payment won, rose again upon Day Three. Repent! Believe this Gospel True, while the Day of Grace is given to all. The Hope we need is in Him, Who will return as Master. Before him fall. by Jay O’Toole on August 15th, 2025 |
Of the hope to come when there's peace. Pain will be at sum, then release. Coming hope will be, that which frees. Bridegroom we will see. Foes He'll seize. Hope will ever stand, ne'er decrease. Evermore so grand, cannot cease. by Jay O’Toole on August 14th, 2025 |
| Sometimes, when in pain from too much to do, we ask, if the Lord really cares. Are all of our hopes little mists or quite true when facing a window with stares? Sometimes, when the dreams of our nights fill with fear, does He care that we really need peace? Is there safety in Him? Will the storm fin'lly clear? Will the tempter's rough whispers, then cease? Sometimes, as we wait for the Bridegroom to come, we wonder if something believed was only a hope or merely the sum of placates we used, that relieved. But if He is God, then truly He cares no matter what earth things we face. The burdens we feel He lastingly bears, though sometimes no features we trace. Is God yet a man, that He should now lie? Will ever He change His strong Mind? Has He spoken once as only a try? His Justice will never go blind! Does God really care when sometimes our faith is bloodied and crying in vain? Is He not the Lord, though me but a waif? His Word says that He'll come again. Does God really care when we agonize sore? Can He know what we face, today? When we pray 'til we sweat, can he yet ignore His chosen, who try to obey? We know that He cares for little is much, as the seed of the mustard is faith. Just rest in His Truth. Each heart He will touch. When this day has its end, we'll be safe. ------------------------------------------------------- "God is not a man, that he should lie; neither the son of man, that he should repent: hath he said, and shall he not do it? or hath he spoken, and shall he not make it good?" (Numbers 23:19, KJV) ------------------------------------------------------- by Jay O’Toole on August 13th, 2025 |
| Respected by such august traits the month of August stands as keeper of most honored dates, quite worthy of great bands. Today is August 12th, you see. It honors Momma's birth for 98 years ago did she then cry in excellent worth. The 26th stands two weeks hence. 'Tis my birthday, I trow. 'Twas not one lowly spared expense when slapped behind I'd know. My funny Mom, she'd often tease, "I'm two weeks older than my oldest son" as logic flees, the one she named as Stan. The first of August honors two, my dearest wife and me. We've walked together many years through. The next one will be forty. word count - 110 line count - 20 prompt - Topic 5 August by Jay O’Toole on August 12th, 2025 |
Moments 'fore the evening starts when life gets really fast. Resting time so soon it parts to feel Adrenaline's blast. Moments 'fore the dance begins, I need to set aloft the thing, that really helps me win, which makes the landing soft. Moments 'fore the time of Go are times to write in peace. To pen down some of the things I know, I find some small release. by Jay O’Toole on August 11th, 2025 |
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