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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) |
His life was lived but 50 years, an artist of the stage. The often claps, and myriad cheers brought hope at turning page. Behind the scenes great work he did, unseen throughout the play, but in the classroom, never hid, he lived the things he'd say. The cancer took him in his youth. It's time to celebrate the life he lived as lasting proof, his skills were worth their weight. Now, Kelly's gone, but the gifts he shared will always help us know, that theater's a life prepared, and acting helps us grow. by Jay O’Toole on June 5th, 2023 |
Sometimes stuck in heart and mind, we don't know where to walk. The things we thought were true are blind, and muted words won't talk. The test of faith's a painful time with hope becoming naught, but searching for the uphill climb must wait as Christ has taught. The human ways are rooted out, that Truth be planted in. The thoughts of self are filled with doubt. Just He can save from Sin. When the way is not yet clearly known, we wait upon The Way. (John 14:6) When Wisdom comes from The Bible sown, it will be plain as day. If Jesus breaks us, be assured we will be better, yet. The test, that we must, now, endure cannot The Lord beset. by Jay O’Toole on June 2nd, 2023 |
Knitting thoughts, like knitting yarn bring separate things together in one. The threads we knot in colors bright bring joy when in the brightest sun. Knitting moments good and bad reward us with a life well lived. The stumbles made become as great as goodness when the world's revived. Knitting yarn to make a gift is known as a labor of loving hands. To knit the hopes of weary souls t'ward great Salvation is His Plan. Knitting scarves takes time and grace, but when it's done what smiles it brings. Knitting lives of earthly times through His Salvation, Life they sing. by Jay O’Toole on June 1st, 2023 |
A quiet corner holds my crafts to do in peace, to while away, exploring thoughts, enjoying laughs, a place to live my life, today. A quiet corner knitting yarns to make a scarf or tell a tale. At other times a musty barn perfumed by hay in many bales. A quiet corner all alone when man and beast do other things. The crafts I've made, the times I've known help my own heart to softly sing. A quiet corner helps on days when life may weigh, and press me down. To know I'm gifted in these ways can crack a smile to change a frown. A quiet corner, where the wing of He, Who died and rose, again, can shelter me to safely bring the Hope of Grace, now free from sin. (Psalm 91:1-4; Romans 8:1) by Jay O’Toole on May 31st, 2023 |
But some days sadness overwhelms as sit we 'neath the massive elm to ponder who is at the helm of this small earthly life. When days don't go as I could wish. It's mostly fine, but mostly ish. His scrubbing still would clean my dish, but inside there's just strife. Will ever there be days ahead when thoughts are heard, and thoughts are read? Will hopefulness speak joy instead when pain is fully gone? Will God be pleased to talents show? Will others clean, and take trash now? Will goals of life I fully know when The Son of Morning dawns? This overwhelming sadness bleeds from childhood hurts, and pains, and deeds. Will victory soon come o'er needs, or must I feel some more? I'm working through with a counselor friend the things I feel in hopes to mend. The child I was my heart must tend. His crying thoughts outpour. Though overwhelmed in human heart the God of Grace will never part. He's by my side from life's first start, no "smoldering flax" ignores. (Isaiah 42:3,KJV) by Jay O’Toole on May 30th, 2023 |
Has God removed His Presence, fair, when aught but silence fills the air? Does God stop holding all toge'er when we can't see Him move? Is blessed day forever dark when God seems gone and makes no mark? No lighthouse seen by tossing barque can hopeful light yet prove. Will God be always far from those, His children loved, so freely chose? Will He not help as suff'ring grows within each lo-ved heart? The pain He lets is for our good, apart from mental hopes or mood, that thoughts of Him be ne'ermore skewed when in The Day we start. God is right here His Word declares. He holds each child when in our cares. He marks each breath, and numbers hairs. We're ne'er from Him apart. by Jay O’Toole on May 29th, 2023 |
One wonders 'bout the great career I'd have while serving Santa Claus, the joy of being through the year a partner in his wondrous cause. Right now the summer's coming fast throughout the land with greater heat, but could some days more gentle last up north with sunshine on repeat? The land of midnight's lasting sun without the snow to make it white could be a place of certain fun, where darkness barely touches night. But still, the animals are fed, the meals are cooked, and buildings cleaned. The visitors are met and led, where Santa's many tasks convene. Throughout the year are many nights with Santa Claus in joyful thought. He needs not fly through Northern Lights, but reindeer groom and elves be taught. If I should work with this great man, I could be a janitor withal. I could muck stall all day by plan. I could bring coffee when He calls, But there would be so many things to fill the days and nights with joy. The mundane tasks are blessed as sings each person, that he would employ. The days of summer soon give way to cooler temps and snows, that come. Then rushing through each blest display, we'll know sweet Christmas in the sum. by Jay O’Toole on May 26th, 2023 |
Beautiful the color floats through the air, and to our eyes. Sweetest sounds these color notes greet us daily, growing in size. Begonia reds make bright the day. Smiling hearts can dance around. Caladiums, their handy way growing arrow straight to aye abound. Hostas, ferns, and greenest grass bring green the honor it deserves. Daily showers drop and pass, bringing life to the plants it serves. by Jay O’Toole on May 25th, 2023 |
A gentle day of coolish air, and breezes just a bit, reminds me of The Lord so fair, Who calls me with Him sit. Begonias swaying back and forth, and pansies, still alive bring hope, today, for all they're worth, and peace to in Him thrive. A gentle day doth give us rest for other days ahead when we may face some earthly test as challenges are bred. The Lord is why we live and breathe with lasting peace for Aye. Salvation's Gift may 'round us wreathe, if we receive it, today. by Jay O’Toole on May 24th, 2023 |
spring remains a bit summer soon will come to us then we'll wish for spring by Jay O’Toole on May 23rd, 2023 |