Jean's Comment's: "Why Does One Doubt"

Jean's Comment's: "Why Does One Doubt": Windmills used for generating electricity in the Oklahoma Panhandle. 4-15-2016 Perryton, Texas.  I made a trip to Liberal, Kansas toda...

"Why Does One Doubt"

Windmills used for generating electricity in the Oklahoma Panhandle. 4-15-2016 Perryton, Texas. 

I made a trip to Liberal, Kansas today. Liberal is a  city about 45 miles north of Perryton, Texas where I live. A strip of the Oklahoma Panhandle divides Kansas from Texas. A few miles into this strip are recently installed windmills being set up for generating electricity. I have no idea how many are already operating, but as far as I could see both ways driving down highway 83 there was windmills. They are situated in a straight row not too far apart. The landowners whose land these windmills are producing on are getting a good price for a lease from the power companies. Thousands of these windmills are constructed in a two hundred mile radius from where I live, including Oklahoma, and Texas. I don’t know how many other states have these power machines, but one thing for sure the whole theory of the idea is a far-fetched one to me. Billions of dollars are being spent on this hopeful means of changing the way our current electrical system works. It has always seemed like a bad idea to me.

The big question is this. When God created the heaven and the earth did He know that the man and woman He created to take care of it would be the inventor of all the ballistic development that would follow forever? Is the technology that is so prevalent today specified by the initial element? It had to be. No man could ever with his own mind develop a world of living fantasy such as we witness today. How could anyone say there is no God?  I am so glad God chose to give me peace, joy, and happiness, instead of a brain full of turmoil and confusion. Money nor fame could never replace the riches I possess. I’m sure I will remain in puzzlement every time I see an unbelievable invention, but I will never envy the person who gave it reality. I owe millions that I can never repay to those whom have made my live worth living. What a blessed world we live in today even though I have done little to help make it that way. I think I have been labeled as weird, but I can’t change who I am, neither do I want to. If I can please God, nothing else in the world matters. I love all weird, and all brilliant people alike. I have always believed I am no better nor no worse than anyone else. God made that clear to me when I first met him as a young mother. He has always been there for me when I call upon Him.

So the windmills turn, and the power makes progress, so is the days of my life turning and making progress. When they stop I will be forever with my Lord.

God Bless
Myrtle Jean Sharp

Jean's Comment's: "A Story Of Both Natural And Spiritual Fruit"

Jean's Comment's: "A Story Of Both Natural And Spiritual Fruit":                The rhubarb is blooming and ready to be made into pies. 4-10-2016 Perryton, Texas. We just had our first mess of asparag...

"A Story Of Both Natural And Spiritual Fruit"

               The rhubarb is blooming and ready to be made into pies. 4-10-2016 Perryton, Texas.



We just had our first mess of asparagus this past week. It was so much better than the store bought kind. Now the rhubarb is ready to be made into pies. Except for fruit the asparagus and rhubarb is about all the vegetables I will have this year. Maybe a few tomatoes, but I don’t do garden anymore. Most of it was going to waste when I was growing garden stuff so I quit doing it. I do miss it though since I love fresh vegetables so well. I will just work with the flowers and enjoy the beauty they show off. The many roses I have each year bloom all summer and into fall. They are super beautiful.

The clouds this evening are looking like rain is coming. I haven’t heard the weather forecast, but I believe it is going to rain. That would be so nice. It is very dry here now. I have been waiting for rain before I put the weed and feed on my back yard. I watered in the front yard, but the back is too large. The grass is too thick to water enough to put the fertilizer on. Its also real dry. The weeds do not need water. They are growing by leaps and bounds. Chuck has sprayed them twice, but I still have to pull up weeds nearly every day. They grow in the alley and where my garden spot is.

I have more time than I have energy now a days. That is a sign of too much wear and tear on this old body. I have no other choice but to chug along and endure the stress. A friend told me today that a little pain is better than moving a wheel chair. I know I have a lot to be thankful for. I have had a rough past year taking care of my ill son, but now I am alone again and becoming stronger both spiritually, and physically, every day. We shall always reap the good if we don’t faint. I didn’t faint and I am now reaching out to a better time of my life. I am very excited about my future. I am sure some great things are going to happen before I peter out. I’m making plans now to do something to help the process. I already feel my youth coming back. Not too speedy, but surely so.

I learned a lesson today. I’m sure I already knew what I think I learned today, but I had forgotten. I became quite up-set with a person whom I have had much patience with for years. This person is one whom I could not forsake if my life depended on it. She made me very unhappy yesterday, and I decided to write her a nasty long letter. I felt as though it had to be done, finally. I copied off the letter, placed it in an envelope and went to bed. I was sure I had done the right thing. I had previously written letters to her, but always tore them up. This letter was not going to be torn up. This morning when I awoke, I had a different feeling about my smart aleck loved one. I thought to myself, oh no here I go again. I had spent several hours writing that letter, and I was going to send it off. I even wrote some more to go with it. I hadn’t made it nasty enough. I addressed the envelope and was ready to place the stamp on it, but I wasn’t sure how much postage I would need, so I left it off until I went to the post office tomorrow. I really had done a good job this time I thought. Since today was Sunday I couldn’t mail the letter until tomorrow so the good Lord had time to get my attention. The letter was to be torn up just like all the rest. I kept arguing, but in the end I was the loser. I still haven’t torn it up, but I feel sure I will tomorrow. The moral of this story is when hurt mingled with frustration over takes you  go to the computer and write half the night about how you feel. It nearly always relieves  you of all anger without having to mail it. A very bad situation was corrected before it became full-blown. But I think I have a very good letter that needs to be read. It is not mean, nor threatening. I think it will help the ignorant one to see themselves like everyone else sees them. But know, the letter must not be sent. All my intelligent advise, and suggesting is just wasted. What will the next live be like?

God Bless
Myrtle jean Sharp

"The Wind Is Blowing Not Me"

The pecan in the middle of the planter is the squirrel's left-over food from last winter. I found it today when I cleaned out the planter. 4-5-2016 Perryton, Texas.


If the wind wasn’t blowing hard it would be a wonderful day. I did a few things in the yard, but it was just too windy to do much. I found the pecan in the planter when I cleaned some leaves out. I have only seen one squirrel in the past year since my neighbor got rid of five of them. I fear some more may be fixing to move in. I cannot allow that. The pecan tree next to my yard is all too tempting for the squirrels to ignore. Although those pecans are the best tasting ever, I would still cut the tree down because of the pestersome  creatures they draw. There are some things worse than squirrels that people have to deal with so I should not be complaining  too much.

I am learning to live alone again. My son, Rick, has been gone 11 days now, and I am shedding less tears every day. I have talked to him several times since he left. He seems happy to be with his daughters and grandchildren. They are glad to have him with them, and are feeding him lots of exotic food. They all enjoy watching home movies together, and bless one another with humorous extras coming straight from the twisted brains. One needs to laugh a lot, but somehow age slows down the better things in life. I live on serious street now, and humor is a distant neighbor. I am thankful though for all the fun my children are having. We are hoping that Rick can find a good doctor in Houston that can find, and correct his health problem. He left his heart here, but maybe he will come back for it someday.

I will be spending the evening watching very serious, nerve shattering, poll results. I am living in a time of ever-changing earth matters. Never has there been a motion picture produced that causes more excitement than the gruesome comments coming from both the presidential candidates, and the news reporters. Its all real, and that’s what makes it so spellbound. Who is going to lead our country out of this dangerous, surface and air blasting from mean spirited devils of Satan’s empire?  One must be wise to a master’s degree if they get this one right. It’s like a million questions, but only one answer. “Who can stand the test?” Each of us are required to fill in the blanks, but what if all of them are wrong? I am studying hard to choose the right person to blast the enemy away. I have made up my mind, and of course I might be wrong, but so I feel all of the above are wrong also. I am pretty sure none of us voters will have a chance to put our pick in the White House. That day is over, and we will be ruled from now on by the evil dictators. I am saying we still must try to put the Man of God, and not a woman, in the highest position for America. The race is not over. Keep watching for every clue you can get to out smart the demon majority.

God Bless
Myrtle Jean Sharp

Jean's Comment's: "I Can't Believe The Change In Me"

Jean's Comment's: "I Can't Believe The Change In Me": Nice picture of the sunset reflecting on the house across my alley. Puts a joy in my heart. 4-2-2016 Perryton, Texas. This late Saturda...

"I Can't Believe The Change In Me"

Nice picture of the sunset reflecting on the house across my alley. Puts a joy in my heart. 4-2-2016 Perryton, Texas.



This late Saturday evening is putting blessings in my heart. I have been watering the yard so I can put weed and feed on it tomorrow before the grass gets any taller. It is already green and growing fast before I have even put fertilize on it. Then I noticed this lovely sunset across the alley making it look like my neighbor’s house was so fire. I had to get a picture of it. I had been watching the Lawrence Welk show while I was running in and out watering the yard. Even though this show is reruns from many years back It was so interesting to see the dancing, and hear those good old songs. Then the Gather’s show came on, and again the old-time hymns were such a blessing to me. I believe I am making progress in recovering from all the grieving I have had to deal with. I have shed enough tears the past three years to float a battleship. It has been a constant loss of loved ones and close friends many of which were unexpected. I had been staying home almost every day for several weeks. It seemed as if I had lost interest in everything. Then finally today I went to visit an old friend whom I hadn’t seen in a long time. She and I recalled old times and shared our grief as she also has lost several loved ones the past few years, even a daughter just recently. When I left her house I needed to take something by another friend’s house, and there I visited for another hour or so. Same situation with her as myself and my other friend. This day made me realize that others are struggling with grief just like I am. This evening made the day perfect by listening to wonderful old hymnals, and watching the great dancing of olden times. The Glory-Halleluiah kind. Then the grand finale was the flaming sunset reflecting on my neighbor’s house. I feel peace at this time. I thank God for that. I am still going to bed every night expecting something good to happen tomorrow. Most of the time it does, but not until we recognize it as something good. I believe we must make the best of what God has given us, and that is not to refuse to get up and find something to satisfy our loneliness. Too much of a bad thing is certainly not good for the soul, and if we don’t change things up we will find ourselves in deep trouble without enough faith to pull us out. Nothing in the world can replace friends. I have many, and I pray every night for all of them. Many are living in other states now, and many I don’t see often, but I still count them as precious. God has given me a very good memory, and I never run out of things to say because of it. I have several good friends at this time who are in Alzheimer’s wings at nursing homes. I can hardly stand to think about them, but again God is giving me peace over all bad things. I have so many good memories of them, even though they cannot talk with me. I know we will understand it better bye, and bye.

God Bless
Myrtle Jean Sharp