"The Morning Glory Message"

       Climbing the wall escaping the death sentence. What bravery, 9-28-2019 Perryton, TX

 

I was a little surprised this morning to look out my window and see these morning glories coming back to life. I guess they can be called a fall flower after all. Just a touch of life in the stems of any flower in my yard makes me feel revived. I've always loved a lot of color, and never could understand why people like the looks of paleness in their lovely homes. White carpet, white walls, white woodwork, and white decorations with just a touch of color. If I were in an environment like that for long, I would turn white also. I gotta have that bright color to cheer me up. And to say I like to look like everyone else looks is a sin for me. I want to be what my taste calls for. Most likely it will not be the same chocolate cake that others like, but maybe a serving of watermelon, or mixed fruit. Sometimes I look through the clothing at the ladies shops for hours, and never find one thing I want. Other times I find several things like yeah, this, and this, and feel like I hit the jack pot. It's just fun to be able to chose my own likes. What privileged people we are to be able to be picky with both our food, and everything else that makes us one of a kind. We know that millions are waiting for a bite of food just to ease the hunger pain. We see pictures of their bones without any flesh on them. I fear that someday my own family will be in that kind of shape. At my age I don't worry about myself, but my grandchildren yet to be born, I have a terrible fear for them. It is showing positive at this time that times like those will soon be the norm right here in America. Can anyone explain the reason for this great change except for Satan gaining more power every day? No PHD or Doctorate degree can stop this from happening regardless of what some may say. Those who have failed to pass down the Word of God to their children, and grandchildren are going to feel the sorrow before they die. It was a great mistake that nothing can correct after they are grown, except a miracle of God. That mistake turned into may that will only be a positive failure when the papers are graded. How sad, but how true, even if it takes the joy out of your life to hear it mow. It's never too late to turn to God for help.

Sending out prayers to all who have followed the wrong way in life, and are now realizing it.

God Bless

Myrtle Jean Sharp