Excitement has already started around my house. Football season has begun and this city turns out in groves to support the game. I don’t attend the games, but I have to perk up when I see so many others running to and fro trying to get a seat in the bleachers. I remember when my husband and I used to be excited too. That was when we had boys playing. We reserved seats from year to year. Everything has changed over the years. Age just has a way of doing that to us. At least when I look out and see all those vehicles surrounding my house I know there is something else going on other than world concerns. I almost wonder how anyone could enjoy any kind of pleasure with so much evil and fighting going on all over the world. Each morning when I awake I am so thankful that I am still in my home unharmed. I make this a request to God every night before I go to bed. I am convinced that He hears and answers that request, and I praise Him for it. His almighty power trumps all doubt and fear that the evil forces try to load on us. Even today I received a call that I never ever expected, and it was so up-lifting. I knew in that moment that God had sent me a special message that I was really needing. I am so grateful, but still a little in disbelief.
Sometimes I feel like I have had the limit of tests put on me in a very short time. Some like I hadn’t been dealt in many years. I had almost forgotten that such tests were still on the list. The kind that makes you feel like you’re being punished for no reason. I had not felt like I had done anything but good to several people whom now I was hearing crucial remarks which the speakers of such had no idea of how much harm they were doing to me. It’s something like I call. “a disarranged person when the real inner truth pops out.” Later these same people realize what they’ve done, and don’t know what to do to make it up. I know this is a common characteristic in many people, but I had not been attacked by this kind of behavior in years. At least not to my face. I believe it takes tests like this to keep us on the right track sometimes. At least I got that counterattack today that made me feel like I might be sprouting wings. What an awesome God we serve! I am made to realize more that we cannot enter the Promised Land without going through the wilderness. I will take my hurts and count them as stepping stones into the Blessed Heaven of rest. I just must remember If I hurt back I may have voided the stepping stone, although I also believe God gave us a mind of wisdom full of love to counteract these critical remarks. Shall we forgive one another, and take a step forward?
God Bless
Myrtle Jean Sharp
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