"Not A Clean Delivery Room"

Christmas day eve at the Sharp's house. Sun is sinking, but not before we enjoyed a beautiful day. 12-25-2015 Perryton, Texas.


Mary has now been delivered from our Lord and savior. It was a terrible night for her, but the angel didn’t fail to comfort, and heal her pain of the greatest degree. Lying on straw in the stock stable on a cold winter night, she gave birth to the son the angel had told her would happen. I wonder if ever she doubted that she may have been wrong about believing the angel spoke to her nine months earlier telling her she was going to have a baby boy whose name would be Jesus. Who, besides Mary could ever kept their faith when the worst of worst overtook them at the time of delivery? No room in the Inn, they were told, leaving them with no other choice but to seek refuge in the stable. No doctor, no nurse, no sedative, or no cloths for a new born baby. This was the Savior of the world? What a test God must have put Mary through. Not only at the time of Jesus’ birth, but all through his life. I feel as though my faith would have faded long before maturity.

I truly believe many are given a promise today, just like Mary, although not of the same magnitude, but because of ones own ideal of how it should happen, it never happens. I could almost say I believe that every Christian is given this type of promise sometime in their life. The faith just does not hold fast until the maturity date. Too often people let negative remarks rob them of their, would be, victory. Mary stood almost alone during her nine months of puzzled reality, yet she kept her faith in God, and took whatever He offered her to bear the hard fact of childbirth.

I cannot look for only rosy paths as I travel this long hard journey. I must follow the path my God has chosen for me. There are those who will mock, and call us names when we refuse to go another way, but like Mary if I have to be detoured to a remote area of the hardest of hardship, I pray I will be willing and obedient. That’s how much I want to please my Lord. And just like Mary, I cannot explain why I must endure such devastating pain, and be deprived of much self-desire, but I know I will understand by-and-by.

Our Christmas was merry in spite of much hardship with caring for my son. I am looking forward to a better time ahead, but in the meantime I want to be faithful to God’s children He gave me to bare and nourish until their death or mine, which ever comes first. I received several nice calls from family and friends. We had wonderful gifts of candy, fruit, cookies, cheese balls, crackers. Chips, and all sorts of other goodies, delivered to our door. It was a quite, but enjoyable day for Rick, Chuck, and myself. Thanks to everyone who thought and shared your love with us.

God Bless
Myrtle Jean Sharp

Jean's Comment's: "Jesus Forever Lives"

Jean's Comment's: "Jesus Forever Lives": Black and white Christmas Eve. Faith is brighter than darkness. 12-24-2015 Perryton, Texas. How good it is to be at home this Christmas ...

"Jesus Forever Lives"

Black and white Christmas Eve. Faith is brighter than darkness. 12-24-2015 Perryton, Texas.


How good it is to be at home this Christmas Eve. So happy to have Rick here with me. My other son, Chuck, just left, and together we had a very interesting conversation. All three of us have a bright out-look on the future. Rick missed hospice by a few inches. Faith kicked in at the last minute. We still don’t know the future, but things are looking better. I have been overly blessed with cards, telephone calls, care packages, and other means of encouragement. I am truly thankful for it all.

My home must be almost as good as my heavenly home. I love everything about it. It has always been a place of rest and peace, and relaxation, even in times of great tribulation. I am sure this is why Rick is improving since he’s been back home. His heart is in this place, and his daughter told me it always had been. She said he used to talk about his childhood home when she was growing up. He wanted to come back home to die. By the grace of God he will have that one last wish granted. I think I will always cherish this humble home God helped my husband provide for me. We have lived within these walls for 49 years. The first house we built we lived in for 9 years. When we outgrew it we had this one built. I can’t imagine the feeling of those who move from place to place, some without ever having a real home except an apartment, or mobile-home. My husband always said, “a rolling stone gathered no moss.” It sounded like he thought moss made a stone more interesting. I have to agree with that to a certain extent. I learned when we built a cabin in Colorado that moss is almost impossible to scrape off the stones. I had to disagree with our builder that moss on the rocks that our fireplace was built from was classic. I thought they looked nasty, but he used them anyway for a dominate effect. They were barely visible, but were there all the same.

Tomorrow will be the third Christmas we have had without my husband, and the children’s father, but somehow we have pretended he was with us making it more fun to celebrate. His recliner is still sitting in the same spot where he always sat. His humor is still making us laugh. He loved his home also, and didn’t want to give it up, but he understood that he had no choice. He trusted God for His transforming power to give him a new life, and a better home. I hope I can be that willing. I wish everyone a Merry Christmas, and a happy New Year.

God Bless
Myrtle Jean Sharp

Jean's Comment's: "He Brought Me Through"

Jean's Comment's: "He Brought Me Through": A typical morning in my computer room.  Stacks and files of papers with dozens of pictures hanging everywhere. This is the heart of my lif...

"He Brought Me Through"

A typical morning in my computer room.  Stacks and files of papers with dozens of pictures hanging everywhere. This is the heart of my life, and CRHISTmas glue holds it all together.  12-18-2015 Perryton, Texas.


How great it is to be feeling normal this morning. The past two months have been a trying time for me, but this morning I feel like a re-built, “Model T.” It takes a few cranks to get me started, but then the old engine really gets fired up and runs like a top. I can still see my dad as he placed the crank into the crankshaft of our old Model T Ford using all his strength to turn it. Sometimes it wouldn’t start before all my dad’s strength was exhausted, and he would have to rest awhile. When it finally started, we kids would yell hurrah, and jump into the topless rig for a trip to grandma and grandpa’s house several miles away. It was fun, and as kids we thought we had the world by the tail. My dad was a pretty good mechanic, and he often had to re-build the motor of his cars. We lived on a farm, and there was little to do except explore the canyons, and visit the graveyard of an old abandoned church on our place. At one time I think I could tell you the names of everyone buried there. Now that I have become mother, grandmother, and great grandmother, I am made to appreciate the stressful days of my parents, which I didn’t know about at the time. Faith in God was a powerful tool used in our household every day. That tool has remained in my possession all these years. It is the crank that starts me up when my engine is having trouble co-operating with God’s plan. Sometimes we feel like our engine must to junked, but then a spark of fire arouses a new hope within me. “How Great Thou Art, Dear Lord.”

I awoke at 2:30 this morning, and couldn’t go back to sleep. I believed my son, Rick, was dying and I must get up and call the place where he is suppose to be recovering. I have had an awful battle with my “faith tool” working for me through this long procedure of Rick’s serious illness. When I look at his body with nothing left but bones, I have to become faint with my faith. I knew the rehab center would not give me an negative response even if Rick was still there. I decided to wait till morning to call. I plugged in the coffee pot, turned up the heat, and lay back down till the house warmed up. I was trying to condition myself for the worst. This morning I have called and found out I was right about Rick’s condition. He is ready to be transferred to a more critical facility. A nursing home with special care for his terminal condition. I am still grieving, but God has given me extra strength. I pray for forgiveness for all of my mistakes. I know Rick is right with God, and I can accept his transfer to his heavenly home. “Thank you Lord.” Your will be done,

God Bless
Myrtle Jean Sharp

Jean's Comment's: "A Blue Christmas Tree"

Jean's Comment's: "A Blue Christmas Tree": I turned off all lights last night to take this picture of my fiber optic tree. It is a lovely blue with a continuous flashing of light...

"A Blue Christmas Tree"

I turned off all lights last night to take this picture of my fiber optic tree. It is a lovely blue with a continuous flashing of lights. 12-17-2015 Perryton, Texas.


The snow is coming down in large flakes this morning in Perryton, Texas. They are beautiful, but I really didn’t want any more snow right now. We still had piles of snow from the last snowstorm. I did get a lot of shopping done yesterday, and I’m glad for that. However I had planned to travel to Amarillo today to visit Rick who is in rehab there. He is not doing well, and I may not be able to go see him for some time. I don’t know what will happen when no one is there to sign papers for him if, or when, he becomes incompetent. I, and his daughter, are the only ones who can do that, and the daughter lives in Houston, Texas over 600 miles away.

We have been taking this terrible chapter in our life just one day at a time. It has been a long chapter, and it looks like it may be the last. Nothing has worked like I had hoped it would, but one thing for sure, God is on our side. Rick is ready to go, but he would rather come home to die if that is what is happening. Of course I would rather be by his side. God will have His way through it all. Its amazing how many lives Rick has touched since being hospitalized for over a month. I can say he has had the best of care. It will take a lot more to kill his positive attitude, and he won’t go down without his last word being a humorous one.

Last night I turned off all lights and took a picture of our little blue, fiber optic Christmas tree. It was so pretty, and I had hoped Rick could see it. Christmas always meant a lot to him. He told me all he wanted was a bible with tabs that had the names of the books on them. His bible now is full of highlights he has made, but he wanted a new one with easy to find chapters. I am getting that bible today if the snow doesn’t make businesses close up.

I have to stay positive. To not, would be to doubt my Lord who has never failed me yet. To stay positive means to trust no matter what happens. I have done this many times, and most of the time I was given complete victory over my surrendering to Him. This latest battle seems to be the hardest one yet however, I am sure I have just forgotten some of the agony that existed in other times. I will always remember the scripture that says, “by His stripes we are healed.” Isaiah 53:5.

I have been baking a large ham for about two hours now. This will be part of our Christmas dinner. I don’t know what to do with all that meat, but Chuck delivered the ham to me yesterday. It smells good enough to have some now for lunch. I will be sending some of the ham, and all the other good stuff we have to those who need it most. I will be sending it through my prayers.

God Bless
Myrtle Jean Sharp