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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)    |
Tying knots to make a chain, woven for great strength. Friendship's gift doth make it plain, togethermore at length. Around a form to make a craft as hand in hand we weave. Each day together as we've laughed, such bonds for life we cleave. Someday, the necklace will be done. Someday, the craft is shown. Someday, the race is finally won. Someday, we'll know as known. Some knots require great weaving skill. Some threads may knot them wrong, but slow and steady weaver's will can make of this a song. We mix the hues into a tone that gifts the newest thing. As life together's fully sown, forever we will sing. The fibers of the larger threads may rub, and catch, and knot as each one's quirks become as treads upon these hearts we've got. Great effort may require us tease, untangling just one wrong, but some so deep may cause to freeze the goodness of the song. 'Tis then we snip, and cut it off, this impasse of our hurt in order not to burn, nor toss the knitting of the shirt. But when we cut the thread at all, the strength of wisdom shows, that gifted hands restore our call as great Creation knows. Much better far when first we weave the wondrous, threaded piece as working slow, our souls receive the gifted life of peace. by Jay O’Toole on August 4th, 2025   |
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