I am not sure what these clouds mean, but they certainly are weird looking. We have had snow on the ground for four days, but is melting a lot today. I am not able to see any action at all in the skies today, except for rolling, dark, clouds. I suppose the usual amount of jets are still flying, but I just can’t see them. It makes for a lonely day when the jets can’t be seen, or the birds be heard chatting and singing merrily. I long for spring, already. Even when there is no snow I don’t like getting out in the cold and driving. I can pass a lot of time away with my painting, but since Rick has been sick I have put that away for awhile. I cannot be my best when I have a son who is not doing too well. I know I need to, but this mother has to stay dedicated 100 percent to her children even though they are grown. Rick has no one but me to help him, and he would be helping me if the situation was different. He was a big help when he first came to stay with me. I will never let him go as long as God will allow me to keep him.
As I was leaving the grocery store a short time ago, I met an old friend coming in to buy food to take to a café at our lake about twenty miles away. She has a daughter who operates that nice eating place. This is about the third year my friend has helped her daughter to run that place. The mother is 90 years old and uses a cane to walk with, yet she was out in this bad, cold weather getting supplies for the café. She greeted me with an amazingly strong voice saying, “hello Jean, how are you?” It was too cold to tarry and speak very long, but I cannot believe this dear soul’s courage. Of course her dedicated Christian life to Jesus has kept the joy and strength she displays daily. She lives here in town, and drives the twenty mile trip from once to twice every day. She is not the only friend I have had that equaled that Godly strength and courage. I hope I can join them by reaching their age and still be faithfully working for my Lord. I pray God’s blessing upon them daily. It does get harder for everyone each day, but the reward gets greater.
Only those who have their faith anchored in God can endure the hardship and sometimes beatings that are placed on them even by loved ones. Jesus never complained, and I hope I can be a lot like Him. I know with every lash I am made stronger. I would much rather take the lashing than to give it. “Help me Lord to hold out till the end.”
God Bless
Myrtle Jean Sharp
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