How good it is to be at home this Christmas Eve. So happy to have Rick here with me. My other son, Chuck, just left, and together we had a very interesting conversation. All three of us have a bright out-look on the future. Rick missed hospice by a few inches. Faith kicked in at the last minute. We still don’t know the future, but things are looking better. I have been overly blessed with cards, telephone calls, care packages, and other means of encouragement. I am truly thankful for it all.
My home must be almost as good as my heavenly home. I love everything about it. It has always been a place of rest and peace, and relaxation, even in times of great tribulation. I am sure this is why Rick is improving since he’s been back home. His heart is in this place, and his daughter told me it always had been. She said he used to talk about his childhood home when she was growing up. He wanted to come back home to die. By the grace of God he will have that one last wish granted. I think I will always cherish this humble home God helped my husband provide for me. We have lived within these walls for 49 years. The first house we built we lived in for 9 years. When we outgrew it we had this one built. I can’t imagine the feeling of those who move from place to place, some without ever having a real home except an apartment, or mobile-home. My husband always said, “a rolling stone gathered no moss.” It sounded like he thought moss made a stone more interesting. I have to agree with that to a certain extent. I learned when we built a cabin in Colorado that moss is almost impossible to scrape off the stones. I had to disagree with our builder that moss on the rocks that our fireplace was built from was classic. I thought they looked nasty, but he used them anyway for a dominate effect. They were barely visible, but were there all the same.
Tomorrow will be the third Christmas we have had without my husband, and the children’s father, but somehow we have pretended he was with us making it more fun to celebrate. His recliner is still sitting in the same spot where he always sat. His humor is still making us laugh. He loved his home also, and didn’t want to give it up, but he understood that he had no choice. He trusted God for His transforming power to give him a new life, and a better home. I hope I can be that willing. I wish everyone a Merry Christmas, and a happy New Year.
God Bless
Myrtle Jean Sharp
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