I walked through my yard today with my mother’s spirit. I remembered when mom used to come outside and join me while I was playing around in the yard. She sometimes would say lets go for a walk. We lived in the country and there was lots of space for one to venture through barnyards, pasture, orchard, and a short walk took us to the creek bottom that ran through our place. There we watched squirrels scampering up trees, and sometimes dipped our feet in the shallow stream. My mom was always young at heart, and made us children laugh a lot. She seemed more like a big sister to me than a mother. I loved being alone with mom, and listening to her interesting stories about her childhood. She was the youngest child in her parents family with eight years between she and the next youngest child, a brother. I knew she was pretty spoiled because I heard my uncle Less talking to her a lot. He treated her like she was his daughter. She also loved him a lot. Mom’s other siblings were half brothers and sisters as her mother was left a widow at a young age with three small children. They were about grown when my mom was born.
Today as I walked around my yard I felt my mother’s spirit walking beside me. I am not sure just what it meant, but I was reminiscing and it seemed so nice. My mother has been gone from this life for 24 years. I still miss her every day. If I could have her back I know I would spend more time with her. I would also treat her with more respect than I sometimes did. It’s strange how the behavior of our past comes back to haunt us many years later. We can ask Jesus to forgive us every day, but we cannot ask those we loved so much to forgive us after they are gone, however I can do better to help the ones I still have with me to cheer up and take a walk with me. I think this may be why I had this strange experience such as I did today. I need to think more about others and less about myself. With God’s help I will do that. I have been left to know how lonely and discouraged one can become in this dimming life. It gets harder with time, and only I can help the situation. I realize one has to be strong and make right choices or the burden of life can over take you. I trust God to open my eyes to where I need to go and what I need to say. Someone, somewhere needs me, and I need them as well. I am reminded of the song a man wrote after he lost his loving wife. He was lost and didn’t know where to go, so he wrote the song, “Take My Hand Precious Lord Lead Me On.” I love that song, and now I am singing it for my own prayer.
God Bless
Myrtle Jean Sharp
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