I couldn’t be more happy this morning with having these sweet-smelling roses gracing my door steps. This is pre-Mother’s day week, and I feel so loved by everyone. A card from my youngest son in the mail box this morning was beyond any love a son can give a mother. It had to originate in heaven. I have been elevated to the highest degree of appreciation from my son. I feel unworthy. Why has God blessed me so much with my children? I will fight for them, and pray everyday for God’s blessing on them. I also want to wish every mother out there a very happy Mother’s Day.
The Lord is shinning His Love on me in so many different ways. Things I have been worried about are turning out to be minor without any doubt. I have learned that my plans can be changed from day to day without any unfortunate happenings. Always to my delight. I don’t claim to have the world by the tail, but I do claim that my Heavenly Father does. I love Him, and proudly introduce Him to all my friends. “The Lord is my Sheppard I shall not want.” John 3:16. He is also everyone else’s Sheppard if they will believe in Him. So many times naughty children are ashamed to call upon their Heavenly Father. Sometimes because they don’t want to change their naughtiness. Other times they feel like they have been too naughty for their Heavenly Father to forgive them. First case, their life will get more and more entangled without a change. They can deal with their punishment much better if they will make a change. (The punishment being guilt that follows the repented soul. It’s not any more punishment from God, but the Satanic fear that everyone has to deal with.) Second case, no one deserves the love of the Father. The human mind interferes with the spiritual mind of God. Any human has to first become as a little child scared to death to find themselves lost in a wild animal forest before they can reach God. The little child screams for help. The sinner must silently scream for help. The Father hears without the sound, and comes to the rescue. Any normal person who has experienced this fear will never be so reckless with their lives again. They remember the horrible feeling of being lost in that deathly moment of hopelessness.
For any who did not have a birth, nor an adoptive mother to raise them, I would greatly sympathize with you, but some lady in your life surly made an influence on you. It would be nice to let them know this Mother’s Day that you appreciate them, even though it be a small gesture. It will make you believe that someone cared. Many who did have mothers or, adoptive mothers can say they were short of being a loving, caring parent. That’s sad, but so true. Give them your love anyway.
God Bless
Myrtle Jean Sharp
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