The little girl in me is
having fun trying to solve mysteries. I truly believe the yellow
writing on top of this wedding cake flower says, “I love you.” It
was my sweetheart's message to me for the day. I hope he finds one in
his flower garden that says, “I love you too.” I have so much
time on hand now to smell the roses, and look for messages that
didn't come through the mail. What fun it is to be free from hard
work every day, and watch the clock tick. I am never late for any
appointment, or time agreement to meet someone for going out. If you
are still young you really have something to look forward to. The
golden in the Golden Years spelled backwards spells nedlog. Yes we
are having fun, but we need a log to jot things down on. The first
laugh I had today at the Center happened before I even got my food.
This handsome man tried to say I was breaking the line, and he was
five feet behind his wife talking to another guy. He insisted that I
go ahead of him, but I grabbed his arm and said “get your butt up
here.” I told him that was my first laugh since I had arrived, but
it sure wouldn't be the last. Oh! How I love those retardo's. We are
living in the best part of our lives. I thank God for keeping us
young.
Since I don't have a house
keeper I do need to wash dishes, and run the sweeper, but I'm in no
hurry. I am my own boss now, and have been for the past five years.
At first I didn't like it, but it gets better every day. Of course I
had to train myself. I cannot stand to let my house or yard go
undone. I just don't always have to do it right now. I've always been
known for having lots of patience. However, I do have trouble
sticking to a healthy diet. I don't like it when I gain a few extra
pounds. I like to hear my doctor say, “you're doing excellent”
when I go for my annual check-up. I just heard those words last
month. I know that is because I have learned just how big God is.
If anyone is wondering
about how big, and how great God is, here is the description that the
prophet Isaiah gave of Him. Chapter 40:12. Who hath measured the
waters in the hollow of His hand, and meted out heaven with the span,
and comprehended the dust of the earth in a measure, and weighed the
mountains in scales, and the hills in a balance? This is only one
verse of many that Isaiah has asked, “how big is God.” We need to
read these words often, and let them really sink in. They will surly
make us feel smaller than a grain of sand. They will surly make us
want to hide behind the cross.
God Bless
Myrtle Jean Sharp
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