"When Darkness Comes Light The Candles"

                  A few candles of light but still a lot of darkness. 3-30-2019 Perryton, TX

As a child my mom told me there would be days like this, but I never expected her to not always be here to help me through them. All day today the skies have been dark, and the clouds are very unusual. I took this picture I have posted a few minutes ago. It looked like a few candles were appearing to give off a little light. My hopes have been high, then low all day so far. I have tried to be patient, but I need to hear that my sister is doing well after her fall day before yesterday that broke her hip, and slivered her shoulder. So far the only news today has been from her son who visited her last night. He said she was in a lot of pain after surgery. He was on his way back to see her today, but no more news yet. I know that broken hips are common among elderly people, but my sister is only 68, and has been in a fragile condition for years. She is a fighter, and won't give up until the last breath is gone, so I do have that leg to stand on. She can't wait to get out of the hospital so we can continue on with the trip the three of us sisters had planned the day before the accident. I was within one hour from leaving when I got the call. My sister had everything ready but carrying out the trash which she was doing when she fell on the front lawn. I am sure it will be a long recovery, but knowing my sister she will be up, and fighting again in a few weeks. It's me that don't have the fight left in me. My sister, like our mother, was always encouraging me. She is the best thing my mother left me. So these few candles I see in the sky today are proof that my sister's spirit, and our mother's, is still alive.

Just as I finished writing the last word of this last sentence the sun suddenly popped out. Praise the Lord, God is still alive also. I may have to hunt up my sun glasses in a minute. Just when I needed it so much, I got the victory shot. By faith now I will deny that my sister is in bad shape. She is sitting on top of the world. I won't unpack my suitcase or change any of the plans we had made. I will patiently wait for another date to be set. Those words are an echo from my mother. She gave birth to four daughters, and three sons who were all worshipers of her. Our dad was the mortar that held us all together. The brothers are all gone on, but the three sisters still are living. We want to continue this live forever if possible. It has never been about money or fame, but about love, and simplicity.

God Bless

Myrtle Jean Sharp