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) |
Early in the afternoon the sun is setting low. Silhouetting, golden crown to bring the night we know. The sun is setting on this day. The night will show its will when the light has naught to say. Its absence, dark will fill. To hold a candle when the deeds of darkness flood about is weariness amid our needs. It's prone to tempt with doubts. But when at last long, lonely night gives way to wondrous day, we'll see our joy or ling'ring plight with one Truth, that we say, "The earthly candlesticks don't hold a candle to The Lord. This King fore'er is lasting bold. It's stated in His Word." by Jay O’Toole on November 5th, 2024 |
The first step in a coffee shop, aroma's in the air. The gift I never want to stop. Just close my eyes. I'm there. A hurricane may come this way. It's in the air, again. My heart is shaky, in dismay. It wonders, "Really? When?" Election? Has it been four years? It's in the air, again. Amid the "truths," and often jeers, will anybody win? A coffee shop in Antarctica. It's the place we need to be. In the air, each breath wins the new life from all we see. by Jay O’Toole on November 4th, 2024 |
NaNoWriMo on its way. Blessings to the pack. Many things to do and say. Chapters, quite a stack. Daily sprints to keep the words flowing to the end. Light and dark are often blurred a new book to tend. Struggling to keep the pace, eating catch as can. When it's done, the story's place is firmer with a fan. Poet, waiting in the wings, words of hope to give. Friends, his honor quickly brings. in peace and joy, we live. NaNoWriMo on its way, waiting for the next. Rhyming words do often say, "Stand firm. Be not perplexed." by Jay O’Toole on November 1st, 2024 |