Thursday, December 31, 2015
Jean's Comment's: "A Promise And A Bit Of Good Luck For Fun"
Jean's Comment's: "A Promise And A Bit Of Good Luck For Fun": Almost looks like great fire in the sky. Oh! what the sun and clouds can do to the imagination. 12-31-2015 Perryton, Texas. There is ne...
"A Promise And A Bit Of Good Luck For Fun"
There is never a dull moment in the sky. Every time I look up I can see something of interest. Each and every second something changes up there. It is the same way in life. From one minute until the next, one never knows what is going to happen. It could be bad, or it could be good. The only thing that never changes is God’s big hand. There is a verse of a song that says, hold onto God’s unchanging hand. If I ever let go that is the last of me. There are too many bad wolves waiting to grab me and shred me to pieces. When it gets dark at my house I lock up all the doors and stay inside. I believe God has taught us to be responsible for staying safe to the best of our ability. It is after we have done the wise things He has taught us that He pulls us out of trouble when we become entangled. I long for the day when all is peace and joy with no more troubles to bear. Until then I will keep on singing His praises all the day and night long. I must have learned thousands of songs while growing up, because it seems like every night a different old hymnal starts going through my mind. I sing myself to sleep almost every night. I harbour so many precious memories of being in different churches with several members of my family while growing up. Those memories are a continuous blessing to me.
I am sitting here tonight two hours before the new year arrives listening to fire works. Different people celebrate the new year differently. If Rick had been able we would be at church having fellowship with fellow members while waiting to enjoy black-eyed peas and cornbread at midnight. Rick is lying down, but says he wants to stay awake until after midnight. He still has a certain amount of child left in him. I am glad for that. I am so happy when he is happy, just as I am when all of my children and grandchildren are happy. I have sailed through most of this old year, but a few storms I did encounter which I had to push though. I am trusting that the new year will be calm and peaceful all the way. I feel peace already. “Happy are those who trust in the Lord for their strength shall be renewed. They shall mount up as eagles. They shall run and not grow weary, they shall walk and not faint.” Join with me and stand upon this promise the whole year long.
I will now close and put the black-eyed peas in a bowl to soak. There were no fresh ones at the store today, and Chuck insists on non-pre-cooked peas. I will put the bacon pieces in to cook with them.
Good night and happy new year everyone.
God Bless
Myrtle Jean Sharp
Wednesday, December 30, 2015
Jean's Comment's: "Amazing Grace Is With Me"
Jean's Comment's: "Amazing Grace Is With Me": Myrtle Jean Sharp self portrait. Hanging with 8 other portraits at Perryton Senior Center, Perryton, Texas. 12-30-2015 Perryton, Texas. ...
"Amazing Grace Is With Me"
Things are beginning to look normal again around here, praise the Lord! Tomorrow is New Year’s Eve, and then a new year will begin. I can’t begin to remember all my blessings in 2015, but I can say it was a bitter-sweet year. I started this past year off with great anticipation of finishing several paintings before the year ended. I was able to complete 15, but the past three months have been filled with caring for my son, Rick. He had a very bad health issue to happen unexpectedly, and I was totality committed to being there for him. He is now at home and seemingly doing very well. This is after the doctor had given up on him, and told me to take him home. His 165 pound, 6’1” body was down to 135. He hadn’t eaten in weeks, and he had no I V’s going. The case manager had not been able to find a place to put him so I brought him home. The same day we got home he begin to start improving. The first few days were hard for me without anyone to help except my other son Chuck, who did come and help me get him in the house, and any other things he could do to make things easier. But there wasn’t any home health nurses assigned as yet since it was the Christmas holidays. Amazingly Rick woke up and begin to help me a lot. The only explanation I have is that God was not ready for him yet. That made me very happy, but almost unbelieving. So now we are trying to think positive about the future, and I plan to resume my painting soon. Rick has also mentioned several things he plans to do when he gets a little stronger. We want to think everyone again who helped us through such a trying time. May God bless you all greatly.
I will remove all the Christmas decorations tomorrow, and try to make the house look like a home again instead of a hospital. Walkers, wheel chairs, potty chairs, and bags and bags of stuff the four hospitals sent home with us all have to go. Although I am thankful for all the needed equipment that was provided for us. After staying in motel rooms for nearly a month, it seems so wonderful to be at home. I don’t think I realized how much my home really meant to me. Nothing can take the place of ones home sweet home.
I wish everyone a Happy New Year. In spite of all the bad news we hear each day, I pray we can keep our spirits up while trusting in our God to take care of us. He has just proven Himself to our family again, and I know He will continue to do so. We must not give up no matter how rough the way may become. There will always be peace ahead.
God Bless
Myrtle Jean Sharp
Friday, December 25, 2015
Jean's Comment's: "Not A Clean Delivery Room"
Jean's Comment's: "Not A Clean Delivery Room": Christmas day eve at the Sharp's house. Sun is sinking, but not before we enjoyed a beautiful day. 12-25-2015 Perryton, Texas. Mary ...
"Not A Clean Delivery Room"
Mary has now been delivered from our Lord and savior. It was a terrible night for her, but the angel didn’t fail to comfort, and heal her pain of the greatest degree. Lying on straw in the stock stable on a cold winter night, she gave birth to the son the angel had told her would happen. I wonder if ever she doubted that she may have been wrong about believing the angel spoke to her nine months earlier telling her she was going to have a baby boy whose name would be Jesus. Who, besides Mary could ever kept their faith when the worst of worst overtook them at the time of delivery? No room in the Inn, they were told, leaving them with no other choice but to seek refuge in the stable. No doctor, no nurse, no sedative, or no cloths for a new born baby. This was the Savior of the world? What a test God must have put Mary through. Not only at the time of Jesus’ birth, but all through his life. I feel as though my faith would have faded long before maturity.
I truly believe many are given a promise today, just like Mary, although not of the same magnitude, but because of ones own ideal of how it should happen, it never happens. I could almost say I believe that every Christian is given this type of promise sometime in their life. The faith just does not hold fast until the maturity date. Too often people let negative remarks rob them of their, would be, victory. Mary stood almost alone during her nine months of puzzled reality, yet she kept her faith in God, and took whatever He offered her to bear the hard fact of childbirth.
I cannot look for only rosy paths as I travel this long hard journey. I must follow the path my God has chosen for me. There are those who will mock, and call us names when we refuse to go another way, but like Mary if I have to be detoured to a remote area of the hardest of hardship, I pray I will be willing and obedient. That’s how much I want to please my Lord. And just like Mary, I cannot explain why I must endure such devastating pain, and be deprived of much self-desire, but I know I will understand by-and-by.
Our Christmas was merry in spite of much hardship with caring for my son. I am looking forward to a better time ahead, but in the meantime I want to be faithful to God’s children He gave me to bare and nourish until their death or mine, which ever comes first. I received several nice calls from family and friends. We had wonderful gifts of candy, fruit, cookies, cheese balls, crackers. Chips, and all sorts of other goodies, delivered to our door. It was a quite, but enjoyable day for Rick, Chuck, and myself. Thanks to everyone who thought and shared your love with us.
God Bless
Myrtle Jean Sharp
Thursday, December 24, 2015
Jean's Comment's: "Jesus Forever Lives"
Jean's Comment's: "Jesus Forever Lives": Black and white Christmas Eve. Faith is brighter than darkness. 12-24-2015 Perryton, Texas. How good it is to be at home this Christmas ...
"Jesus Forever Lives"
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
Friday, December 18, 2015
Jean's Comment's: "He Brought Me Through"
Jean's Comment's: "He Brought Me Through": A typical morning in my computer room. Stacks and files of papers with dozens of pictures hanging everywhere. This is the heart of my lif...
"He Brought Me Through"
How great it is to be feeling normal this morning. The past two months have been a trying time for me, but this morning I feel like a re-built, “Model T.” It takes a few cranks to get me started, but then the old engine really gets fired up and runs like a top. I can still see my dad as he placed the crank into the crankshaft of our old Model T Ford using all his strength to turn it. Sometimes it wouldn’t start before all my dad’s strength was exhausted, and he would have to rest awhile. When it finally started, we kids would yell hurrah, and jump into the topless rig for a trip to grandma and grandpa’s house several miles away. It was fun, and as kids we thought we had the world by the tail. My dad was a pretty good mechanic, and he often had to re-build the motor of his cars. We lived on a farm, and there was little to do except explore the canyons, and visit the graveyard of an old abandoned church on our place. At one time I think I could tell you the names of everyone buried there. Now that I have become mother, grandmother, and great grandmother, I am made to appreciate the stressful days of my parents, which I didn’t know about at the time. Faith in God was a powerful tool used in our household every day. That tool has remained in my possession all these years. It is the crank that starts me up when my engine is having trouble co-operating with God’s plan. Sometimes we feel like our engine must to junked, but then a spark of fire arouses a new hope within me. “How Great Thou Art, Dear Lord.”
I awoke at 2:30 this morning, and couldn’t go back to sleep. I believed my son, Rick, was dying and I must get up and call the place where he is suppose to be recovering. I have had an awful battle with my “faith tool” working for me through this long procedure of Rick’s serious illness. When I look at his body with nothing left but bones, I have to become faint with my faith. I knew the rehab center would not give me an negative response even if Rick was still there. I decided to wait till morning to call. I plugged in the coffee pot, turned up the heat, and lay back down till the house warmed up. I was trying to condition myself for the worst. This morning I have called and found out I was right about Rick’s condition. He is ready to be transferred to a more critical facility. A nursing home with special care for his terminal condition. I am still grieving, but God has given me extra strength. I pray for forgiveness for all of my mistakes. I know Rick is right with God, and I can accept his transfer to his heavenly home. “Thank you Lord.” Your will be done,
God Bless
Myrtle Jean Sharp
Thursday, December 17, 2015
Jean's Comment's: "A Blue Christmas Tree"
Jean's Comment's: "A Blue Christmas Tree": I turned off all lights last night to take this picture of my fiber optic tree. It is a lovely blue with a continuous flashing of light...
"A Blue Christmas Tree"
The snow is coming down in large flakes this morning in Perryton, Texas. They are beautiful, but I really didn’t want any more snow right now. We still had piles of snow from the last snowstorm. I did get a lot of shopping done yesterday, and I’m glad for that. However I had planned to travel to Amarillo today to visit Rick who is in rehab there. He is not doing well, and I may not be able to go see him for some time. I don’t know what will happen when no one is there to sign papers for him if, or when, he becomes incompetent. I, and his daughter, are the only ones who can do that, and the daughter lives in Houston, Texas over 600 miles away.
We have been taking this terrible chapter in our life just one day at a time. It has been a long chapter, and it looks like it may be the last. Nothing has worked like I had hoped it would, but one thing for sure, God is on our side. Rick is ready to go, but he would rather come home to die if that is what is happening. Of course I would rather be by his side. God will have His way through it all. Its amazing how many lives Rick has touched since being hospitalized for over a month. I can say he has had the best of care. It will take a lot more to kill his positive attitude, and he won’t go down without his last word being a humorous one.
Last night I turned off all lights and took a picture of our little blue, fiber optic Christmas tree. It was so pretty, and I had hoped Rick could see it. Christmas always meant a lot to him. He told me all he wanted was a bible with tabs that had the names of the books on them. His bible now is full of highlights he has made, but he wanted a new one with easy to find chapters. I am getting that bible today if the snow doesn’t make businesses close up.
I have to stay positive. To not, would be to doubt my Lord who has never failed me yet. To stay positive means to trust no matter what happens. I have done this many times, and most of the time I was given complete victory over my surrendering to Him. This latest battle seems to be the hardest one yet however, I am sure I have just forgotten some of the agony that existed in other times. I will always remember the scripture that says, “by His stripes we are healed.” Isaiah 53:5.
I have been baking a large ham for about two hours now. This will be part of our Christmas dinner. I don’t know what to do with all that meat, but Chuck delivered the ham to me yesterday. It smells good enough to have some now for lunch. I will be sending some of the ham, and all the other good stuff we have to those who need it most. I will be sending it through my prayers.
God Bless
Myrtle Jean Sharp
Wednesday, December 16, 2015
Jean's Comment's: "A Blanket For The Cold Angel"
Jean's Comment's: "A Blanket For The Cold Angel": Today December 16,2015 large piles of snow are on all the parking lots of Perryton, Texas. The temperature remains cold. When it snows i...
"A Blanket For The Cold Angel"
When it snows in Perryton, Texas it stays with us for a long time, becoming an, “overstay welcome.” Of course the moisture is always welcome, but the sight of dirty snow piles is unbecoming. At least it keeps us reminded that Christmas is just around the corner. I often think how nice it would have been if I could have taken an extra blanket out to the cattle stable where Jesus was born, and wrapped it around His blessed Mother. No doubt she had taken off any clothing she could possible spare and covered the baby Jesus with it.
Who do we think we are today complaining about not having everything perfect? If we have a warm place to live, food to eat, and love in our hearts for everybody, we should be the happiest people on earth. A few aches and pains, and a few sacrifices of self desires should be counted as nothing compared to what Virgin Mary, and her baby boy went through. Shame on us for grumbling. Love is the key word for happiness. The bible tells us that love covers a multitude of sins, but what about those whom have not sinned much, but are still unloved? What kind of love do you call that? I call it shameful, selfish, jealous, and last, but not least, inspired by Satan, and not God.
I have had to bend over backwards many times to recapture my love and respect for some whom I had sworn I would never do. I didn’t do this on my own free will. With reluctance I have been thrown into a mode of unforgivingness without any way out. Its like, what happened? I can’t believe this. I have been made to bend to an evil thing brought against me. Our God is like that if we are living close to Him. He doesn’t ask us to do hard things. He does it for us. The sense of distrust for a person who has wronged us may never leave us completely, but God gives us grace to love that person just the same. We must accept people for what they are, and who they are, without holding grudges against them. God will take care of the problems without our help. I can live with, or without, those who use me for glorifying themselves. Jesus did, so can I. They just cannot take the Holy Spirit out of my life. Its there to stay, thanks to my Lord Jesus Christ. Where He leads me I will follow.
Just as the Virgin Mary could not understand why she was being asked to bear a baby without ever having know a man by having sex, so do I myself wonder why sometimes I am being used as a punching bag for those I love the most. I shared this thought with another mother recently, and was shocked at how much more criticism she was taking than I. Will we ever be able to understand it? Yes we will, and until then may we be strong enough to take our portion of suffering for the sake of Jesus.
God Bless
Myrtle Jean Sharp
Tuesday, December 15, 2015
Jean's Comment's: "Santa Is Back
Jean's Comment's: "Santa Is Back: Santa is back to be our #1 guest for the rest of the month. He turns around looking at everyone while he smokes his pipe. 12-15-2015 Perry...
"Santa Is Back
Another beautiful pre Christmas day is blessing us this morning. Santa is sitting in his favorite spot a top our TV. He turns his head while smoking his pipe, and he really does make us feel happy. He will be our #1 guest for the rest of the month. Rick is still not home. He is in Rehab for the next ten days, but Santa will keep me company.
My letter was interrupted for reasons of getting some urgent business taken care off. Christmas is really a busy time even without sickness in the family. I had to meet the mail pick-up time because I had two important packages that had to go off today. Was very surprised to find out how much postage had gone up since I last mailed a package. The postal service is putting them selves out of business fast.
I did some grocery shopping while out on the business tour. I won’t have to do much more before Christmas. I did buy some cards, and a few gifts for those whom I cherish so much. Just a small favor for what they have done for me. The least I can do is wish them all a Merry Christmas. And wait for the time I can do something for them.
There are still mountains of snow piled high upon the parking lots of our shopping centers. The snow plows has piled it high. It will take some time for it all to melt. The temperature is a little above freezing but just barley. The snow mountains are not pretty because they are very dirty, The dirt from under the cars melted off before they plowed the parking lots. Red River, Colorado Ski mountains are lots prettier. I love those memories.
For all my friends over seas who are reading my blogs, I wish you all a Merry Christmas. Some of you may not call it Christmas, but whatever is your custom, may it be a peaceful and happy time. My prayers are always with you whoever you are. I have a good audience from Russia. God Bless all of my Russian friends. They too are going through some of the same problems America is. We all must live by faith, and not by sight. Know all of you that people both far and near are having difficult times, and prayer is the only hope for peace. No matter where you live we all are the same distance from God. He is waiting upon your call. He will not be too busy to answer you. I would suggest that as many family and friends you can be together with in this seasonal holiday, let it happen. Strength comes from many hands holding together to form a mighty fort in the name of Jesus.
When I was without electricity a few days ago, I began to wonder what I would do the next morning without coffee. I had some instant coffee, but no way to heat water. I don’t think I could drink cold, instant coffee even if my head ached off. Then I thought of candle heat. What an impossible way to heat a cup of water. Everything I use daily is operated by electricity. Suddenly I was thinking. What would I do if God was shut off of my life. No doubt I would die, but it would be a hard death. Torture can some times take weeks to kill a person. Let us be assured we cannot live a good life without God. You cannot substitute Him for anything else. Make sure your connections are up to par and if not, fix them while you may.
God Bless
Myrtle Jean Sharp
Monday, December 14, 2015
Jean's Comment's: "A Shout Of Joy"
Jean's Comment's: "A Shout Of Joy": This beautiful white December morning brings me cheer and good tidings. 12-14-2015 Perryton, Texas. The sun is shinning bright on the th...
"A Shout Of Joy"
The sun is shinning bright on the thick blanket of snow in Perryton, Texas this morning. It is so beautiful to look upon. I miss having small children around to start rolling up a big snowman. It is this kind of snow that makes Christmas come alive. After being without electricity for six hours yesterday evening, and last night, this beautiful morning snow, and glow, makes up for it. I will be getting the Christmas decorations out today, after I had said I wasn’t going to decorate this year.
I just spoke with Rick in his hospital room. His good cheerful attitude has already made my day a good one. He is waiting for a dietitian specialist, and a therapist to complete his stay in the hospital. After being hospitalized for 11 days already, he is anxious to get home. He had a serious intestinal disorder that had been bothering him for several months. Hopefully that has all been corrected this time. My praise for the good doctors, and nurses, at North West Texas Hospital, is strong. Not forgetting that our greatest healer was Jesus Christ. How thankful we are for everyone who remembered to hold us up in prayer. Rick’s words to me this morning was to let everyone know how well he is doing.
My church friends brought me a big box of goodies. So many home-made candies, cookies, cheese rolls, fruit, and much more good stuff. I certainly appreciated that since I had not felt like even going to the store for so long. What a great church family I am blessed with. I have missed a lot of church services, and the many Christmas activities I have always enjoyed at this time of year, but my spirit is always in the church. Next Christmas I will be in full swing again.
Nothing could be more interesting than to sit here at my computer looking out the window and watching large icicles drop off the trees. The bright sun is releasing them fastly. Yesterday the trees were solid ice with long icicles hanging down from them. This Christmas is a real picture of what I remember it being while I was growing up. The old Christmas carol “I Am Dreaming Of A White Christmas” stands out in my mind. We will miss our husband, father, and grandfather who left us three years ago, right after Christmas, but he still appears in our dreams. Somehow he still sits in the big recliner, making everyone laugh. I visited with him last night for a long time. It was so real, and I am glad God lets me do that quite often. Time goes by fast, and soon we all will have been transported to our eternal home never to have another hard time, nor shed any more tears.
Merry Christmas to all and God Bless.
Myrtle Jean Sharp
Sunday, December 13, 2015
Jean's Comment's: Sharp family cabin in Stonewall, Colorado. Many dr...
Jean's Comment's: Sharp family cabin in Stonewall, Colorado. Many dr...: Sharp family cabin in Stonewall, Colorado. Many dreams still linger there. Painting by Myrtle Jean Sharp. 5-21-2015. Now hanging at Perryt...
This morning as I was up early watching TV, The Lord spoke to me about writing a song for which he would help me with. I got pen and paper and this is what I came up with. I hope to get it set to music.
Bearing My Cross
He brought me through another storm,
He heard my cry, a plan He formed.
With loving words, He spoke to me,
I am your friend, I am He.
This will be rough, the sea is mean,
I have you fastened, so be a Queen.
I freaked within, but did not bend,
I was being towed by my best friend.
I came to shore, but not for long,
Another storm replaced the calm.
My vessel threw its-self around,
before I climbed onto the ground.
Again I cried unto my Friend,
The Holy Spirit He did send.
I come to comfort you, He assured,
Life’s storms are real, and must be endured.
Take time to praise the storm’s commander.
He will remember you, as His Miranda.
Your reward will be worthwhile,
So live your life with a big sweet smile.
Keep on loving, those who don’t care,
Share their burdens, help them to bear.
Use my name to calm their storms,
I will be listening for your alarm.
Written by Myrtle Jean Sharp
December 13, 2015
Friday, December 11, 2015
Jean's Comment's: "Like A Flag Before My Eyes Four Red Leaves Waved ...
Jean's Comment's: "Like A Flag Before My Eyes Four Red Leaves Waved ...: Amazing! Four red leaves are still hanging on this bare plum tree. It is a multi- fruit tree that when in full bloom there are three of fo...
"Like A Flag Before My Eyes Four Red Leaves Waved At Me"
While sitting at my desk computer this morning I looked out the window to see four large, red leaves still clinging to a plum tree. The tree is completely bare except for these four leaves. This tree produces three or four kinds of plums when in blooming stage. These four leaves must be from the best tasting plums, however all have been tasty good. This tree is almost within touching distance of my window if it were open. I am surrounded by natures beauty the year round. Hope for a new life, and more fruit is forever taking first place in my thoughts.
A few days ago the nurse at North West Texas Hospital called in the doctor to visit Rick’s room. She thought he was sinking into the last minutes of life. His daughter, Rayna, and I had just came out of his room to break down, and hopefully to regain our composure when the nurse told us she had called in the doctor. Several nurses, and even the cleaning ladies put their arms around us and tried to comfort us. It did help so much to know someone cared about our terrible pain. We finally accepted the reality of life being over for Rick, and Rayna left to call some family. I walked back into his room and saw a “perked-up” Rick offering again some of his amazing humor. I was stunned. By the time the doctor arrived Rick was able to tell him he was doing well. The doctor tarried a few seconds and left smiling. I called Rayna to give her the news for which she too was amazed. Even with the miracle we witnessed, we both had to be a bit obstinate. It would happen again that old stubborn evil one told us. And he was right about his allegation. Rick would sink, then recover several times before we finally accepted the fact that God had healed him. All life support apparatus was removed and Rick is doing better each day. He has to gain back his strength and gradually increase his diet to a solid food. But just by hearing his voice on the phone, you would not guess anything had ever been wrong with him. He is the first to say God healed him. I had planned to go back to Amarillo this morning, but Rick told me not to come till he called me and said, “I am waiting at the front door.”
The four red leaves still hanging on a dead tree this morning was proof to me that Rick went through four stages of death, but managed to hang on to the last tree of everlasting life. We thank all of you who kept Rick in your prayers. What a blessing so many have been to us. May God bless all of you.
God Bless
Myrtle Jean Sharp
Thursday, December 10, 2015
Jean's Comment's: Even at night the sky is beautiful. Purple layers...
Jean's Comment's: Even at night the sky is beautiful. Purple layers...: Even at night the sky is beautiful. Purple layers of velvet draped the blue tones of heavens windows, 12-10-2015 Perryton, Texas. Oh! ...
I am writing just a brief message tonight to up-date everyone on my son, Rick’s, condition. I left him yesterday feeling a little better, while I came home to pay some bills. This morning when I called he was feeling worse. I will be going back in the morning to stay through the duration. Everyone has been extra good to us and I am so thankful for that. Rick told me this morning he was getting very good treatment from all the nurses and doctors. They have treated us all like family. Life is not without pain, but God sure helps the pain to be bearable. Sometimes it takes pain for us to forgive, and be forgiven, when we are not Christian enough to do it ourselves. God has a way of vanishing our stubbornness, even if it takes some pain to do it. The human nature in us makes us want to hang onto our own understanding even though it may not be the way God sees it. If, and when, we commit it all to Him, He already has a way planned to wipe away all bitterness and unforgivingness. How good it feels to be humbled and love everyone in spite of what we didn’t want to do.
I am looking forward to a happier day, and by the grace of God I will have just that. Not my will be done, but Thine oh Lord! If I cannot no longer speak because of grief pains, just look for my blogs. They will keep on speaking for me.
God bless all, and again thanks for the prayers.
God Bless
Myrtle Jean Sharp
Thursday, December 3, 2015
Jean's Comment's: "He Who Walks With Jesus Is Never In Darkness"
Jean's Comment's: "He Who Walks With Jesus Is Never In Darkness": Bright sun again lighting up my life. The light of the world forever. 12-3-2015 Perryton, Texas. I missed writing my blog the last coupl...
"He Who Walks With Jesus Is Never In Darkness"
I missed writing my blog the last couple of days, but I was too busy keeping my duties as a mother, nurse, and repair shop visits to do my blog. I made several trips to the druggist and grocery store before I had to put my vehicle in the shop to replace a fuse on the heater. I trust everything is running smoothly now. The sun seems to tell me that it is. “Thank you sunshine.”
I sat up last night until after midnight watching the news unfold about the terrible shooting in California. I have seen these kinds of things coming for a long time, and believe it will only get worse. The leader of this nation has opened every gate, and used every force he possibly could, including unarming our police protection, in order to give our freedom to a group of evil believers. If he lives out another year as our leader he will have completed his mission. Why did this happen to America? Because of sinful, unbelieving, thug-type people who did not care about Jesus blood that He poured out for them. They will be unmarked by the blood, and will suffer a death that cannot be called merciful. “The wages of sin is death, but the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord.” Romans 6:23 KJV. What a great legacy some of us can claim, left by our parents and grandparents. I am so thankful to be among the blessed of God.
My mission is not over yet. I am trying every day to fulfill God’s will for my life. I am met with opposition every day, but it cannot over power my determination to hold out till the end. “Greater is He that is in me, than he who is in the world.“ 1 John 1-5. I stand daily upon that scripture. He will never fail us. I believe God promised me my household, even though we sometimes wonder how that could be. Many will disagree with that, but I am positive the God of my life promised me that. I traded my blood for Jesus’ blood, and I gained a lot more than I lost. I will never forget to thank Him.
Reading in my local paper today I see where five people whom I have known for years have passed away. God is calling names pretty regularly now. This city is small, and that many obituaries within a few day period is a lot. How real it all is becoming to me. I feel blessed to still be able to work for my Lord. When I can no longer work for Him, I am ready to go and live with Him forever. This life has been good to me, and I trust my children can say the same, but I will never say I was the perfect mother. I do believe I tried the best I possibly could to be that perfect mother. The record will answer for its self.
God Bless
Myrtle Jean Sharp
Monday, November 30, 2015
Jean's Comment's: "Jesus Wipes My Tears Away"
Jean's Comment's: "Jesus Wipes My Tears Away": Weird December clouds. Taken at 2;45 p.m. on 11-30-2015 Perryton, Texas. I am not sure what these clouds mean, but ...
"Jesus Wipes My Tears Away"
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
Sunday, November 29, 2015
Jean's Comment's: "The Battle Is Brewing"
Jean's Comment's: "The Battle Is Brewing": Sad situation. Second crop of asparagus has given its life over to Mr. Winter. Four days ago it still stood 6' tall. 11-19-2015 Perryt...
"The Battle Is Brewing"
Dark gray skies cover our part of the world this morning. I am anxiously waiting to see the sun. I didn’t have to wait long. As I look out my window now, I can see the sky is getting brighter. Isn’t this just like our God? He knows just what we need. Oh, how I love Him more each day.
This Sunday morning I am at home caring for Rick. He is doing better each day, but still has a ways to go. He ate a good breakfast for the first time since he’s been home from the hospital. He thinks he is beginning to get his taste buds back. He is feeling well enough to have vigorous, political, discussions with me. That is a game we both like to play. It got pretty boring around here for awhile. We are back in full swing with this political war among American citizens. I believe that we are facing the biggest civil war that America has ever known. “A war of religion.” Many of us may lose our lives, but we won’t lose our souls. That is if we have dedicated our lives to Jesus. Prayer is our greatest tool, and it cannot be taken from our hearts. I love my comfortable home, and all the privileges that go with it, but I am ready to trade it anytime for a eternal home in heaven. By God’s grace the deal has already been made. I just ask God for peace until that time.
I am totally convinced that disastrous times are ahead of us, because of the soaring, sinning nation we have become. The fools multiplied faster than the wise. Why did this happen? Because God wanted His own to be thoroughly tested and tried. He would not accept seconds. What should that mean to you and me? Face the fire and trust God to shield us. He said He was our shield and our buckler. He also said, the battle was His, and not ours. That does not mean we are free from the battle. It means while we put our best effort into winning this war, the end results will be decided by Him. I believe we are expected to ask, and trust Him for guidance before we take a stand for the ones we want to put into our leadership offices‘. We must remember our feeble minds are nothing but trash without His direction. How many times can we look back at our track record and decide that God wasn’t really the one who led us into some situations. Maybe we should admit that fact and be more positive the next time we make a big decision. God makes no mistakes, and if we are not sure after a short time of oppression, that we made the right decision, then it probably was not God directing us. I would rather stay in my fox hole than act upon my own feelings. In fact I would wait until I was assured that it was safe to come out. Am I saying that God will let us know for sure what our next move should be? Absolutely, but we must be directly in touch with Him. If so, He will not fail to hear us when we ask.
God Bless
Myrtle Jean Sharp
Saturday, November 28, 2015
Jean's Comment's: "Sharing A Recipe For A Blessing"
Jean's Comment's: "Sharing A Recipe For A Blessing": Backyard snow still partly covers the ground. 11-28-2015 Perryton, Texas. Two days after Thanksgiving we still have ...
"Sharing A Recipe For A Blessing"
Two days after Thanksgiving we still have snow on the ground. Its been too cold for any to melt. The streets are slick and hardly anyone is driving on them. So thankful for a nice warm home to hole up in. I have to think about all the unfortunate ones who are living on the streets or under bridges. My prayers reach out to them. Far too many people mock, and feel no sympathy for the underprivileged. Many say, “they brought it all upon themselves.” That may be partly true, but didn’t we all fail in some way or another to do better with our lives. Many of those homeless souls are products of poor up-bringing. They struggled to survive any way they could. Very seldom do you see a beautiful flower growing amongst a bed of thorns, like sandburs or dandelions. Without loving parents, its very hard for young children to manage on their own. Even if a parent is loving, but not able to provide proper care, the child often grows up to be under educated, and resentful of others. There is no way the neglected grown-up child can ever recover from such twisted and hopeless life. I read an article recently where a mayor of a large city believed the only solution to the homeless problem so many cities are dealing with was to euthanize them all. I ask myself the question. Have I done everything possible to keep even one person from becoming homeless? That is a pretty serious question to ask ourselves. Especially if it means one of our own. I feel as if those who have rejected their own will face serious consequences while they themselves live in this world, as well as the after life. I didn’t choose to escape the responsibility of helping my children when they needed help. I may not be as free as a bird, but I am at peace with myself. My joy continues to build, and my faith does deliver me much happiness. I am ruled by the hand of God, and not by human power. If my life ends today I am satisfied with my soul. I do not believe anyone can ever retire from God’s work. If they do, the blessings automatically stop. “Lord help me to hold onto you even in times of great opposition.”
I do not believe I am preaching to the choir. I felt led to say these words because I feel like some do not understand that each one of us must answer for our deeds while we are here on earth. Very few excuses will suffice. Even those who may be mocking my words, I warn those are God’s words and can be found in the Holy Bible. Contest them if you please, but be prepared for the damnation that will follow. I am but an humble servant, and my life is full of sin, but I ask God each day to forgive and help me do better tomorrow. Most of my sins are not known to me. But the Word tells us that no one is perfect, and we must repent daily.
God Bless
Myrtle Jean Sharp
Friday, November 27, 2015
Jean's Comment's: "Snow Covered Leaves"
Jean's Comment's: "Snow Covered Leaves": The morning after Thanksgiving the ground is covered with snow. 11-27-2015 Perryton, Texas. It certainly has begun to look like winte...
"Snow Covered Leaves"
It certainly has begun to look like winter in Perryton, Texas this morning. Snow has the ground covered, and it is cold. Now is the time to get in the mood for Christmas. This year is nearing the end of a long trying one for me. I am ready to put it behind, and claim a better one for next year. I am made to remember when I was a child how my dad would arise early in the morning after the fist snow, and have a hot burning fire blazing in the big pot-bellied stove before he awakened we children. The first thing we thought after looking outside and seeing the wonderful white piles of snow, was Christmas is coming soon. We children loved Christmas more than any other time of the year. We lived in the country, and a creek ran through our land. We started early searching for the perfect cedar tree we would cut for our Christmas tree. When mom said, “o k kids its time to cut the tree,” we were gone in a flash. It was within walking distance, and we usually drug the tree all the way to the house. It was such a thrill to make a stand and nail the tree to it, then start using our creative minds to decorate it. After all these years I have never learned to enjoy the new artificial trees that most people use. Christmas is just not the same anymore. But is anything the same? The old saying that goes, “from rags to riches,” is suggestive of our country. We have made so many scientific advances since my childhood days, till I sometimes feel ancient. My dad and mom did move into town after I was married, and they had gas heaters for replacing the wood stoves. I have to say I loved going to their house in town, and enjoying the warm, coziness of the same love they brought with them from the country. My mom was so happy to be cooking her great meals on a gas range with temperature settings on the oven. Her food could not be better than the old type of cooking, but she thought it was. My dad was pleased that mom was happier in town, but he never loved it like the country. My two younger sisters don’t remember the country life, and they envy the endurance of we other children for managing to turn our problems into blessings. They were the new birth of a new life that my parents knew little about. Our parents had to learn a lot of new stuff themselves. Next-door neighbors were almost like live-ins to my parents. The neighbors felt so welcome to come over and enjoy the positive attitude my parents had. After all my mom felt like she had moved from a hard life to a heavenly life. It didn’t make any difference to my dad about his positive attitude, where ever he lived. He was the same wherever he warmed his home. He always felt like he was a pilgrim traveling to a land of milk and honey. I cherish the memories of my parents.
God Bless
Myrtle Jean Sharp
Texas.
Thursday, November 26, 2015
Jean's Comment's: "Today I Remembered To Count My Blessings"
Jean's Comment's: "Today I Remembered To Count My Blessings": Happy Thanksgiving dinner from our table to yours. 11-26-2015 Perryton, Texas. We enjoyed a wonderful Thanksgiving dinne...
"Today I Remembered To Count My Blessings"
We enjoyed a wonderful Thanksgiving dinner today. How thankful I am for all that God provides for us. I pray that everyone had a good Thanksgiving. We can never forget how the Pilgrims set this day up in 1621 to give thanks unto God for all He had done for them. Three hundred and ninety four years later we, the descendants of those early Pilgrims, are still observing that special day. I can’t say that all Americans are still honoring that day, because from 1621 until now, 2015, many foreigners have come to this country and want to change our traditions. For every true American faith and hope cannot be stripped from their powerful belief in God, and Jesus Christ. All good men are at war with evil, but evil cannot prevail. Jesus left that promise with us before He died on the cross. I will never doubt that statement for anything but truth. Some may try to twist it around to mean something else, but no, I believe every promise Jesus made is simple and truthful.
Our yards this rainy day is covered with falling leaves. A typical fall day when harvest has ended, and the year’s crop production is celebrated by families and churches coming together to feast and give thanks unto God. For folks who live in the country falling leaves are no problem, but for those who live in town one must start raking vigorously. If not they begin to pile up in huge stacks, and then settle to the ground when any moister covers them. The wind can never be strong enough to blow them away. It is my most dreaded time of the year. It used to be fun, but not so much any more. It’s always nice when the last leaf has fallen, and all have been raked up and put in the dumpster. The bare ground seems ready for spring to start any time now. Of course much rain and snow must fall and fill the earth with moister before the ground starts to green up and shoots forth sprigs of flowers, and new trees that are not needed. I cut down and put root-killer on these suckers a lot every spring, otherwise my yard would be a jungle very soon.
It was nice to have had my two oldest sons with me today for Thanksgiving dinner. I missed having my other two children, but they have families of their own and must share their blessings with them. I am thankful that they can do that. The family tree does branch out and must be pruned to maintain all the new limbs. Thank God it just keeps growing, and looking very healthy. This tree never sheds a leaf. It stays lively and bears fruit the year round. This is my “tree of life.”
God Bless
Myrtle Jean Sharp
Wednesday, November 25, 2015
Jean's Comment's: "Art Work In The Sky"
Jean's Comment's: "Art Work In The Sky": A sun so bright I had to close my eyes while taking the picture. How could I ask more from God? 11-25-2015 Perryton, Texas. I just came ...
"Art Work In The Sky"
I just came from the store after purchasing the turkey and other items to fix a Thanksgiving dinner tomorrow. The store was so crowded I could hardly get down the aisles. As far as I know I will just have three people for dinner, but I will plan for more. I could not buy a turkey under 13 pounds, and that is enough for several people. I have always loved fixing Thanksgiving dinners. This special day was always celebrated by my family while I was growing up. We never failed to have twenty or more family members and friends for the turkey and dressing dinner. Not to mention all the other good stuff like pumpkin pie and candied sweet potatoes. My mother and grandmother were wonderful cooks, and I am following their recipes to the best of my memory. They always made everything from scratch, and even to this day I will not cheat by buying prepared pies or stove-top dressing like I saw so many doing today. Corn bread dressing with giblet gravy is a must. Cranberry sauce I will buy already jelled in the can. Also whipped cream I will buy in a tub, but that’s about all that I will bargain for.
The sun I have posted had changed settings since I first noticed it while driving to the store. It had a large blue-lacy halo all around it making it so beautiful I had not taken my camera, and when I got home the lacy garment had been striped from it, although it was still extremely bright. I love the art work I am so privileged to view in the sky whether it be daytime or nighttime. It makes me want to get out my brush and palette and start showing off my own creative ideas. It seems like I have to hurry, hurry to get everything painted that I am so anxious to do. I put a part of myself in every painting I finish. This is the life of an artist. My first pencil sketch of a church is the oldest piece of my own art in my possession. I was six years old because my signature and date is on the sketch. My father kept it locked up in a metal box until he passed on. My brother became the owner after that, and he passed it on to me. If for no other reason I hope one of my children will keep it as a tribute from my father. It will always speak of his love to me.
My kitchen is calling me to work. I must obey and get busy preparing things for dinner tomorrow. Again I pray that all of my readers will have a very happy Thanksgiving, and remember to pray for our country.
God Bless
Myrtle Jean Sharp
Tuesday, November 24, 2015
Jean's Comment's: "A Sun Bathing Bird"
Jean's Comment's: "A Sun Bathing Bird": A sun bathing bird is my focal point today. The sun is extra bright. 11-24-2015 Perryton, Texas. The sun is to the back of the bird. It ...
"A Sun Bathing Bird"
This evening is phenomenon. The sky is showing off a really bright sun, and a bird perched a top a pole is obviously enjoying the warmth of nature. I watched it spread it’s wings and make several turns while sitting on the pole for quite some time. The sinking sun was going down over the housetop across my alley, but the heat was still reaching out to warm the lively hood. My faith was beginning to click in, and I felt so close to God. I know I can’t predict the future, but I also know the future is in God’s hands. I almost feel as if I’m on a roller coaster. Positive one day, and negative the next. I am holding on to a strong anchor, and I am sure I will not sink if I have to give up another loved one in my family. Money cannot buy the peace I have at this time. Today started off so nicely, but after a couple of hours of hefty exercise getting in and out of the car taking care of business, and making a visit to the doctor, Rick has since been lying down. His food intake has been very low today. His strength has not returned, but he has just been out of the hospital for three days. I feel sure he will be better tomorrow. He reminds me so much of his dad, and my husband, till I am feeling blessed to have him in my care.
I have put a few things I was daily involved in on hold, but I expect to be back to normal in a few days. I do want to thank everyone who have been praying for us. I certainly can feel the strength from those faithful words you are saying to Jesus. And to Jan, a friend I met while Rick was in the hospital at Fort Worth, I am feeling the effect of your prayers. You were so encouraging, and I believe God sent me an angel when we met up at the cafeteria. I am still praying for your sister. Today my heart was also warmed by friend’s smiles, and hello’s while I was with Rick on his business trips. God does have a way of keeping us strong and up lifted. I will praise Him all the rest of my life.
Tomorrow will be a day of resting for Rick. He has a few things to do on the computer, but will not have to be out running around. I have faith to believe he can catch up on all the important business he has had to let go for several weeks. Little by little he will get everything back under control. Insurance is a big hassle for him at this time. Since his retirement last April he has had to get new insurance. He was lucky enough to sign on with a great company, but he thinks after the first of the year he will have to change. Everyone is having trouble keeping insurance these days, according to Rick’s doctor. I am so glad I do not have to worry about mine since I am on Medicare. My golden years are good for something.
God Bless
Myrtle Jean Sharp
Monday, November 23, 2015
Jean's Comment's: "Safe At Home"
Jean's Comment's: "Safe At Home": My son, Rick, pushing lawn mower this past summer on my back yard. 2015. These past few months has brought him down to total disability. 1...
"Safe At Home"
It is so good to be home after 12 days spent in a motel room in Fort Worth, Texas while my son, Rick, was recovering in a hospital bed with a serious bowl obstruction. We had traveled to Fort Worth the night before to spend one night in the motel so Rick could keep an appointment the next morning with his pain-management doctor at 8:30. We were to be on our way back home by 9:00 a.m. During the night Rick became deathly sick. I called an ambulance and he was taken to the Harris Methodist hospital emergency room at 4:00 a.m. I rode with the ambulance to the hospital and didn’t have a way back to the motel, which was several miles. I have a few family members and friends living in Fort Worth, and even with their busy work schedule and several miles from my motel and the hospital, they were able to assist me with my handicap. I have never driven in Fort Worth and knew nothing about the locality of anything. My car was never moved unless someone else was driving it. Twelve days of totally depending upon someone else to take me to and from the hospital, and also to buy some cloths since I only took an overnight change, can be very hectic. I tried to keep food and drinks in the room, since no decent eating places were close. We were not kept informed on Rick’s condition, but we could tell it was serious if not critical, although the doctor kept saying, maybe in two or three days he could be released if he didn’t have to have surgery. We were to learn Rick had three doctors treating him all through his stay in the Hospital. Each one had to sign off on their particular type of profession. Rick was also recovering from a broken hip surgery from just two weeks prior. He still had the staples in his hip wound and also knee. As always God was on the scene, and sent me wonderful help. I had calls from family and friends who lived hundreds of miles away offer to come and help me. I just wasn’t going to allow that. Then after a few attempts to reach a niece and nephew they there immediately there to help me. My niece cancelled her cruise trip and had her husband to take his father in her place, because my only other source of help at the time was going to be out of town a few days. What a miracle she turned out to be. She was trained in nursing care and was able to look at Rick’s chart and see everything that had happened since he had been admitted. She was going by red check marks made on each one of Rick’s problems, which were many. She eased our fears by seeing on that chart that he had continuously improved since entering the hospital. Although she thought he still had a way to go yet. I had been out of blood-pressure medicine for four days, and thought it was necessary to try and get some approved by my family pharmacy. It was not east, and it cost me over $2.00 a pill to get them. I settled wit 7 pills, and bought several things to eat in my motel room. Then miraculously the doctors all signed off on Rick’s case late that same evening. My niece came and picked me up to go to the hospital to get him. We stayed in the motel room another night and left for home the next morning. We arrived home about 4:00 p.m. Rick was very tired and was enduring quite a lot of pain, but is doing better this morning. This was a terrible test for me, but God never puts more on us than what we can endure. I thank Him with all my heart, and have asked Him to bless all of those who blessed me.
Thanks also to all my readers who have been checking my blogs since I have been gone. I hope to be back to writing about the blessings of God soon. The time is upon us to trust Him with all our heart. No one human being can help us like God, even though God furnishes us with others love and concern. We are his arms and legs, also mouth. Let us be led by His Spirit and do His will.
God Bless
Myrtle Jean Sharp
Tuesday, November 10, 2015
Jean's Comment's: "The Birds Of The Air Are Encouraging"
Jean's Comment's: "The Birds Of The Air Are Encouraging": Bird can be seen at lower left sitting on bare limb. 11-10-2015 Perryton, Texas. This bird is sitting in dead limbs ab...
"The Birds Of The Air Are Encouraging"
It was so exciting this morning when I opened my front door and heard loud noises like that of the sound of small children yelling at each other. Birds were flying everywhere. But they didn’t stay still long enough to let me take a picture. It was obvious that they were planning something. I don’t know how long this had been going on, but it lasted about ten minutes after I opened the door. I assume every bird got their orders from the leader of the flock. A beautiful morning, and a beautiful sound of bird music even though it sounded serious. I didn’t plan to post a blog today, but the excitement of bird’s loud chatter was too exciting to pass up. Most of today will be spent in making plans to leave early in the morning to take Rick to Fort Worth for a doctor’s appointment. With a broken hip it takes a lot of planning to take him by car about 400 miles. It is very painful for him to move at all. This appointment was very important for his daily survival due to pain caused many years ago by a fall from a high ladder. The doctor he is seeing is the only one he could find to prescribe this strong medication, and he has to be present in person every three months to renew his prescription. There was no way to reschedule his appointment without a long period between without any pain medication at all. We have made it work out with the doctor releasing him from the hospital early. We give God all the praise, and the birds this morning were encouraging. We should be back home on Thursday, the 12 th. The weather is suppose to remain nice through that date.
I have missed a lot of news since Rick’s accident, but I will be watching the GOP candidate’s debate tonight. This is so important to me. Our future is at stake, and we need to be sure of who we will be voting for. With God’s help we will come out victorious. Our prayers will also please God, and He will not forget us in times of great need of Him. Two words God gave me years ago to remember is, “Trust Me, Trust Me.” I cannot ever forget those words. They have not failed me once. Fear is always going to grip us from time to time, but if we will remember those two words we will always come out victorious. Let us not hesitate to claim God’s promises, and be quick to give Him praise and glory. Sometimes I think I say out loud, “ thank You Lord a dozen or more times a day.” It makes me feel so blessed. Thanking God is the most honorable thing we can do for ourselves. We can feel important when we know we are God’s own children, and in spite of our mistakes He still loves us.
God Bless
Myrtle Jean Sharp
Perrryton, Texas.
Monday, November 9, 2015
Jean's Comment's: "A Broken Hip A Fighting Spirit"
Jean's Comment's: "A Broken Hip A Fighting Spirit": My granddaughter, Angela Farquer, at motel room in Amarillo, Texas. Wearing an old pair of jeans with the crouch cut for head for a top....
"A Broken Hip A Fighting Spirit"
I have had to be away from home for several days due to my son, Rick, haven broken a hip. He was in the Amarillo hospital for four days, and is now recovering in our local hospital in Perryton, Texas. His two daughters, Angela and Rayna, came to be with him from Houston, Texas. Rick was so glad to have them by his side. They made his hospital stay more endurable. In the motel room four of us relaxed and took pictures of very funny sights. Angela thinks she has a new invention and dressed in the pair of old jeans she had turned into a sexy top by cutting a hole in the crouch for her head. We all had lots of laughs as she modeled many different poses of the hilarious outfit she had created. We rested well at night and spent most of the days with Rick in the hospital room. I am so thankful that God was with us all the time we were there.
Wednesday Chuck and I will be driving Rick to Fort Worth to keep an appointment with a pain management doctor he has been seeing regularly for years. The appointment could not be changed for less than six months away. Rick was not able to be without his pain medicine so we are having to get him there although it is going to be difficult. It has been eight days since he broke his hip. Again we know God will be with us. God never promised us a life without pain and suffering. He did promise us He would never leave us to bare it alone, I thank Him for the peace He gives us to endure. I can’t say this is a trip we’re looking forward to, but I can say I know it will not be as bad as Satan tries to make us believe. All things are for a reason, and I know we will understand it better later on. I feel blessed, and am positive I will be more blessed in the future.
When I return home I will try to catch up on my lost time of writing my blogs. I have been off the comment section for eight days now. I was totally overwhelmed when I pulled up my web site tonight and saw so many viewers that had clicked on to my blog since I had last written one. I do appreciate everyone so much, and pray each night for God’s blessings to rest upon them all. We never know what our calling is for sure, but we know God calls us all for something. I trust I haven’t missed mine. I also trust I never leave any resentment inside me. That is sometimes a hard thing to do, but it must, absolutely must, be done.
I hope to be back on track with my blog in a few days. Until then I pray all will stay safe and well, and enjoy every minute of your days and nights.
God Bless
Myrtle Jean Sharp
Saturday, October 31, 2015
Jean's Comment's: "Put Your Name In The Drawing"
Jean's Comment's: "Put Your Name In The Drawing": Sometimes the sun can be beautiful shinning between tree limbs. 10-31-2015 Perryton, Texas Dead limbs caught the sun this time. ...
"Put Your Name In The Drawing"
Here in Perryton, Texas it rained almost all day yesterday, but today the sun couldn’t be any brighter. It’s just a lovely day to think positive. That’s what sunshine does for me. Its like looking through a telescope. Everything looks closer, brighter, and more beautiful. My attitude changes completely when the sun is shinning so bright that I can’t even see it without putting on dark shades. Everything that looked ugly yesterday looks so much prettier today. I am thankful for the rain we got, but it kept me inside all day. Now I can see the results of all that wonderful rain. The ground is wet, and the weeds have started growing again, but that’s alright. The moisture is in the ground.
The sun doesn’t stop bad things from happening. I heard on the news this morning where a Russian plane had crashed killing all 248 people on board. I started to crawl back in my shell, but then I knew I must learn to defend myself when Satan puts these terrible things in my sight. I have to accept them as being part of God’s plan even though I don’t understand. I will have to battle with this terrible thought off and on all day, or until another just as bad, or worse, happens. If sometimes people think we are not caring enough when these bad things happen, like maybe going to a happy place of entertainment, or declaring victory on our blog, Its just that we are fighting off depression. And fight we must if we stay well and strong. The bible tells us there is a time and season for all things. Ecclesiastes 3:1. We must weep before we laugh. Oh! for the joy of knowing we can laugh again after we have cried for so long. The pain never completely vanishes, but the laughter will come in spite of it, if we claim God’s promises.
I am sitting here this Saturday afternoon in my little unimportant home to anyone but me. You may be sitting in your little place of abode also, but because we are such small specks of dust doesn’t mean we cannot move mountains with our prayers. Let us all agree that our national leaders need prayer now more than ever before. Therefore we need to pray in a very sincere way for God to bless the right ones who can save us from total destruction. Without God’s will be done, there is no hope for America. My prayer may not be the one to touch God, but I am going to pray like it might be. It only takes one prayer out of millions to be the one that counts. If I can explain even better, we may never know if our prayer made a difference, but by faith I believe it does. We all should have that kind of faith, and give God our best attention.
God Bless
Myrtle Jean Sharp
Friday, October 30, 2015
Jean's Comment's: "Adding Another Portrait To My Collection"
Jean's Comment's: "Adding Another Portrait To My Collection": Melania Trump as seen by artist M. Jean Sharp. 10-30-2015 Perryton, Texas. As I announced yesterday that I would post Melania Trump’s po...
"Adding Another Portrait To My Collection"
As I announced yesterday that I would post Melania Trump’s portrait today, I’m keeping my word, although I may make a few changes to it. I need to touch it up a bit, but basically I have the true personality of Melania showing. She is a gorgeous lady. She is a type of person that I could do one portrait after another of. She has so many different styles of clothing and hair do’s. She is just a fun person to work with.
We are getting rain in Perryton this morning. I have just cancelled my lunch plans at the Center today. I don’t like getting wet. There are things I can do at home, that are more important. Watching the news is the most important. I feel very responsible for the decisions I make in my life whether they be personal, political or whatever. If I don’t spend a lot of time watching the television, keeping updated on the news then I cannot make the right decisions when it comes time to vote for an important office, such as President of the United States. I also read a lot since most persons running for an important office have written at least one book. It was after reading President Obama’s first book, “Dreams of My Father,” that I decided he was not someone I would vote for. He has proven now to be that bad person I believed him to be after reading his book. The thing he has strived for every since he was elected president is exactly what I believed he would do upon finishing the book. I made him out to be for replacing all leadership in America with black people and Muslims. I believe that is still his goal and has made great strides in doing just that. I do not have to take part of the blame for putting him into power. I believe those who didn’t vote are just as guilty because they didn’t care enough about their country to take an important part in in. God tells us even the hairs on our heads are numbered. He knows who the responsible ones are and who is not. I also believe He will take away from those who didn’t use their talent and give to those who did. It’s not all about whether our vote counts or not, it’s about whether we care enough to try and help our country. Everyone will be judged for their deeds, whether they be good or bad. It is a good thing for all to contribute something to their country even if it’s just a vote. Word to mouth is another good way to help. If we are read-up on all the facts, and share them with others, we are making sure we are using our wisdom which God has given us. That is not saying we are always right, but at least we are more apt to be right than those whom have not listened to hardly any news or read many pages of the papers. We are being called to be witnesses for God in more ways than one.
God Bless
Myrtle Jean Sharp
Thursday, October 29, 2015
Jean's Comment's: "Straight Ahead Don't Turn Back"
Jean's Comment's: "Straight Ahead Don't Turn Back": The little deer in my flower bed looks lonesome since the flowers all left it. Hurry up spring and come back. 10-29-2015 Perryton, Texas. ...
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