"Work for the day cometh when no man shall work." Taking care of what I have. A flower bed with no weeds. 5-17-2020 Perryton, TX
This gardener came out of
retirement. I'm not through digging in the earth I just thought I
was. This picture was taken yesterday, Saturday, but I've been
working today even if it is Sunday. No yard work, but cleaning, and
painting some furniture under the patio. I have to keep going now or
I will get soft again, and have to overwork the muscles at the least
little thing I do. Not easy to be so sore you can't move without it
hurting. I can sit my fanny flat on the ground then come up without
holding onto anything. I couldn't
do that two weeks ago.
The bones have to be used, or they feel abused. Mine know now that I
still love them. This morning I have sawed, hammered, lifted, washed
dirt off patio furniture, and painted. I feel so proud of myself, and
next week I plan to make me a new outfit from my own creative mind. I
have material in the drawer that has been there for years. Today I
got an idea for it. I didn't buy it for a dress, but I can't remember
what I did buy it for. There is lots of it, and it's sheer. I may be
using yards either gathered, or draped just to cover up my secret
places. “Dear God, please don't let me lose this idea before I can
get to it.” I have work away from home for two days. Then five days
I have to do whatever I want.
My neighbor friend dropped
by the patio this morning. I asked him why he wasn't at church he
gave me no answer. I'm sure he wanted to say for the same reason you
are not. He refuses to talk a word about our troubled country. He is
like so many others he must not say anything bad about anyone. That's
o k, I say enough to make up for him and a lot of others. I'm not
even going to try and hide from these criminals demonizing
God's blessed people. I
will face then, and look them straight in the eye, if I get a chance.
I know when God says go, and when He says stop. I wouldn't open my
mouth either if I didn't know that. I am on the battlefield every day
for my Lord, and I am so happy I have been chosen for that position.
'I promised Him that I would serve Him till I die, and I'm on the
battlefield for my Lord.” Very few days pass that I don't see my
Lord in a prayer I asked Him for. I am so startled till I sometimes
just scream out. It happened this morning out on the patio, and I
remembered I was outside. I so hoped no one heard me, but they did.
It had been quite some time later when my neighbor showed up and
asked me if I heard someone scream. I truly had forgotten, and I said
no. He said he heard a loud scream. I said I hope no one got shot. He
said no it wasn't a gun, it was a scream. I told him when he left I
would be listening, and if I heard something I would investigate. He
said, (since I'm hard of hearing), if you hear it it's time to call
the law. I am telling the exact truth, I had forgotten about my
scream of praise to my Lord. God helped me out of that one.
God Bless
Myrtle Jean Sharp
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