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 |    We live much of life amid unique choices. Joy is anchored in The One beyond our life. |
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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)    |
These gentle moments in this chair, before I have to leave with aught to do from here to there, but now to this, I cleave. Some gentle moments in this chair may linger in my mind when doing aught of daily care with hope, that I need find. Such gentle moments in this chair a-writing poetry. The sweetest times with aught to share of thoughts the mind to free. by Jay O’Toole on August 16th, 2024   |
Little leaves of tea are shocked through, soothing to the heart, that needs peace. Find a place to sit, sip, release. It warms the core while warming you. The field in which you fully grew, filled with goodness, that did not cease with wondrous breath, and rain's caprice fell dark with picker's work to do. Quite shoved in bags, in planes you flew to aid some human's forehead crease. Responsibilities each piece makes days of humans stand askew. Heat the kettle till's steam beaucoup doth make the water full cerise. Rooibos falls over cup's mouthpiece. Red tea's herbal joy is its due. Will is not a tea's trait so true. The leaves know pain. Flavors release. Sipping it slow, the humans know peace. Savor the moment when you're through. by Jay O’Toole on August 15th, 2024 |
| The Lord remembers, ne'er forgets, and knows what is the Truth. He's kind to those His Mercy lets, and keeps these from their youth. The Lord remembers all He chose, and loses not a one. The daily Gospel each one knows as His Own blood-bought son. The Lord remembers every time, and shows He's faithful, now, through ev'ry hardy uphill climb, in worship moments bow. The Lord remembers every sin of unredeem-ed man, but on the cross His Blood did win, no human effort can. The Lord remembers, once forgave, no sin forevermore will come back through the open grave to pilfer, nor explore. The Lord remembers, once redeemed, we're ne'er condemned, again. Through His Great Sacrifice esteemed, His chosen among men. The Lord remembers, can't forget the ones, He chose to save. He's taken our eternal threat. The enemy He drave. by Jay O’Toole on August 14th, 2024 |
| Looking every day for The Lord to come, I want to hear the trumpet. The Call, "Come here!" So blest. Some day soon, before I can blink my eyes, I hope to see The Lord's Face, fore'er with Him to rest. All are watching something, that meets a need. Eternal is the moment, that we will live by choice. Looking for that Blessed Hope to be seen, watching the sky to open as my First Love arrives. by Jay O’Toole on August 13th, 2024 |
| A portal opened, and we've gone away. Roads are strewn, driverless cars. Rapture captured His Bride. by Jay O’Toole on August 12th, 2024 |
| Cars are still along the former roadway, a grave with both ends knocked out. Debby has left her mark. by Jay O’Toole on August 9th, 2024 |
Some oolong tea to settle the heart, with comfort for the mind. A cup of hot for just a start in moments, that are kind. Now, change the exclamation point into a little dot. How quickly we are out of joint, and anxious quite a lot. A later cup of decaf rests the hours before we sleep. This coffee's hopeful after tests. Sweet dreams will be so deep. Responsibility is tough. We never really know, if we have done the "shoulds" enough to make our life "just so." Please, rest a moment. See His Face, and sip the savory cup. The Lord, He knows what is of grace to cause His child to sup. by Jay O’Toole on August 8th, 2024 |
This Jesus once died, but never again. He rose, and He's coming back soon! My weary heart knows none Other can win. He's coming morn, nighttime or noon. Salvation is His. What good can I give? I'm guilty before Holy God. Believe The Good News. New strength I've to live. His Name, That Alone we applaud! This rapturous song one Day we will sing, but not of our goodness, nor deeds. My work is not whole. It's no gift I can bring. Salvation's in Christ. This I read. The hands of another my head turned to birth. The Touch of The Lord my heart birthed anew. The Name of This Christ is Almighty worth. The Work of Salvation He's done. It's all through. His death, burial, and resurrection, The Gospel of Christ now complete. His sinless Life, and all His Perfection. In Him, God and Man can now meet. by Jay O’Toole on August 7th, 2024 |
So many voices in the world today, should we believe words, that they say? There is just One, Who loves all I am. He died for me, fulfilling His Plan. So many voices o'erloading my brain, Who can speak Truth, that's always so plain. Jesus, The Lord, Who truly loves me, carries my heart, His Glory to see. So many voices, promoting just them, they're loving themselves, not seeing their sin, but Jesus Alone through cross and the tomb did penalty for my own sins, full consume. So many voices, just turn them all off, and don't even lift up your hand hat to doff. Lord Jesus, please save through this life into Day myself, and my loved ones with Truth You did say. by Jay O’Toole on August 6th, 2024 |
| Here she comes at turtle's pace, and here we stand and wait. What will the rain these we face? Will harm come or abate? She started small, not all of that. Then in the Gulf, she swam. She could yet be a minor stat or a wall of water's slam. by Jay O’Toole on August 5th, 2024 |
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