“A Voice From Heaven Is All I Need” I don't think there is any question about how hard, and difficult life is for all humankind. Jesus is an example for that being a factual truth. If He, being the Son of God, without ever committing any sin, yet suffered His entire life for being perfect, how can we, being born sinners, expect anything better. I just want to pass on a little personal experience to those who sill have their marriage partner. Maybe it will help you to appreciate them more. Yes I know not all marriages are equal to 1 and 1, becoming as 1, but it was suppose to be that way. My marriage was definitely 2 becoming as 1. Since I lost my stronger half, life has been extra hard for me. My husband never asked me what I did any time I got upset with someone. He was always ready to comfort me no matter what the reason might have been. I can honestly say this was the case from the day I married him until his death. Now I'm not saying he was not the boss, because he definitely was, thank God, but he was not ever going to let anyone run over me. He often would tell people when he was down his wife was up, and when I was down he was up. Needless to say life is much harder now since I am only half here. My better half has been taken from me. Now I wait for closure for my next best friend, and son, as he also has been taken from me a few days ago. I never talked to him without hearing him say, I love you mom. Yes, I do still have loving family members, and many wonderful friends, but they do not live with me to share the emptiness my soul mates left. I guess I'm trying to say as we age, and it's time for our loved ones to go, every day seems to get harder. Sometimes it seems as though we're being used as a punching bag by those we love the most. However, that is not anyhing new, it's happened many times before, but my husband was here to stop the punch. Now I can only call on God to help me through the pain I so often feel. Truly He is always there, as much as my husband was, but I just can't see Him. He never fails me, but it is so different than when I had my help mate in person. I know I will hurt till I die, but I'm so thankful for the mercy of God. I can live with hurt as long as it is just grief, and at this time that's all I have to keep me crying a lot. Some day these tears will all be wiped away. I thank my God for the assurance He will never leave, nor forsake me. God Bless Myrtle Jean Sharp

“A Black Dream” I had a very scary, unusual dream last night. I'm not one to put much belief in dreams, but this one is an exception. My husband has been gone for 8 ½ years, and in this dream he and I were traveling together, possible to Colorado. It was just he, and I. We drove upon a place where a fire had burned everything every way we looked. It was solid black as far as we could see. There was no fire or smoke we could see at all. Not even a stump, or a sign of anything that used to be there. At first we thought nothing much about it because we had come upon burned acres of land before, but the farther we drove the blacker the whole world around us seemed. Finally we realized we had driven into a place we believed was hell. It was then that I awoke from the dream. Now the reason I'm writing this story is because when I got up this morning and looked out my east window I saw a small sun that had just been up a few minutes. It was solid red , and looked like blood. I grabbed my camera, and took a picture, but the camera didn't show the blood red it really was. I posted it on face book, but one can barely see a little red. I truly believe these two unusual events happened for a reason. I have been unable all day long to lose this awful, fearful feeling. All I can do is wait for further happenings which I believe is coming soon. I felt like I was already awake to the anger of the Almighty God at this time, but now I feel like I am much more awake to the reality of His anger. I would encourage people to flog to the church alters, and restore, and claim even more faith than ever before. The future is very black, and scary. I feel so certain that time is running out fast. Every move I make now I pray, and trust God that it is the right thing to do. I don't just say a short prayer. I toil, and hassle for days, and sometimes weeks before I get peace over certain things. Even then I have to continue to use faith to keep my peace. I don't know how much longer I will live, but I am still standing on faith God gave me sixty some years ago. I have endured many hard battles, but never felt left alone. I still have victory, and I believe I will have it till the end. God Bless Myrtle Jean Sharp