"The Christian Spirit Is Still With Us"

One of my good friend's Christmas Nativity scene. So beautiful at night. 12-1-2016 Perryton, Texas.

A digital calendar and clock sits in the yard of my friend's house telling people how many more days left till Christmas. 12-1-2016 Perryton, Texas


I live in a small town, but the people have great spirits. It’s a thrill to drive around town and see all the impressive Christmas decorations. I can’t imagine what it would be like if the evil intruders win their battle to do away with Christmas in America. I feel safe now for another four years, but after that who knows what will happen. I do know the demon forces will never stop. It just depends on how much, and how many Christians will brave the front lines and overpower the enemy. We must never stop fighting for Christ. I am so blessed to live in a city where 85 percent of the voters voted for Donald Trump. We also had a large turnout to vote. Not everyone is that blessed. I am proud to say that I worked for the Trump campaign for a year and one-half. I need to collect on some dinners I bet with some of my good friends. A few live far away so I may have to wait a long time for those dinners. I feel ten years younger since Donald Trump won the nomination for president. I definitely think he is God’s man for the time. He’s different in a lot of ways, but who is to tell God what they want Him to look for in a leader where perilous times are rampart? God never makes mistakes, but many people can’t believe that. If God doesn’t know what’s best, then how on earth can any mortal being know more? I believe the Christmas spirit is going to be seen all over America in a way that’s never been seen before. Let us all give thanks for that miracle.

I was even thrilled to my toes today while watching a Christmas play with children acting out the story of Jesus’ birth. The story wasn’t new by any means, but every child in the play seemed to be glowing as an angel guided them through the act. The entire play created a feeling of joy, excitement, laughter, and ended with a praise on my lips. A few tears flowed down my cheeks also. Is this the renewal of a long ago Christian culture or something? If so it certainly is welcomed by me and many others whom I know. Christ came to earth as a babe over two thousand years ago, to save a dying world. Is He coming back now in the form of man to redeem the dying world again? Don’t get me wrong I don’t believe in the anti-Christ at this time, but possible the spirit of Christ is sweeping the nation with pleading arms. This could be the last chance many people have to accept the Son-of-God as their Savior. I truly believe a major call has been sounded for all Christ-rejecters, and just how many will hear that call remains to be seen. “Oh Israel, will ye always reject me?” My bible tells me Israel will be saved in the end. Jesus’ own people, and God’s chosen ones, will bow down to Christ before the end time.

God Bless
Myrtle Jean Sharp

Jean's Comment's: "Wait For The Icicles To Melt"

Jean's Comment's: "Wait For The Icicles To Melt": One of the many beautiful trees showing off in my town. This one is just across the street from my church.11-30-2016 Perryton, Texas, Th...

"Wait For The Icicles To Melt"

One of the many beautiful trees showing off in my town. This one is just across the street from my church.11-30-2016 Perryton, Texas,

The sun makes this tree seem so brilliant. Notice the dead tree in front. 11-30-2016 Perryton, Texas.

The shaded church is where I attend. It is pretty when the light is on it. 11-30-2016 Perryton, Texas


I am showing some of the gorgeous fall colors of trees here where I live in Perryton, Texas. These trees happen to be right across the street from my church about four blocks from where I live. There are many more colorful trees scattered all around the city. The last of spring and summer beauty is about to come to an end with dead limbs taking its place. Icicles will be hanging from the branches a big part of the winter. Those can be beautiful sometimes also. I have seen some as long as ten feet. I am trying to adjust to the bad weather that will happen in a short time. I started back to painting again today. I think I will be content as I love painting so much.

Since I have been home from Thanksgiving visiting my children, my spirit has escalated. I seem to have been receiving messages, (some might call them vibes,)  that take me to the prayer closet where I can talk to the Lord and tell Him all my troubles. Then He tells me to tell Him what I want. I lose all shyness and tell Him what I really want to happen. I give Him all the reasons why I want these things, pointing out that I know I am not deserving, but He can work miracles, and I want a miracle to take place soon. Like a child asking Santa for certain presents, I must seem the same to my Father in heaven. We are little children in His sight. He cares for us, and wants to give us even better gifts than our earthly fathers gave us. How can we blame anyone but ourselves if we are living below a bountiful life? At this time I am very happy even with the icicles that are fixing to hang from our limbs. They will melt, and new life will spring forth because of them. I believe I will be posting nothing but good news for the next several months. Stay in touch with me and find out how many gifts I have received from my Heavenly Father who is King of all Kings.

How much does God have to do for us before we realize He is doing lots more than we deserve? Are we spoiled so badly that we pout if we get our feelings hurt? When I compare myself to Jesus, I just want to hide and never be seen again. The fact is He does not want us to hide, He wants us to repent and let Him give us a happy and prosperous life. I’m wiping all shame from my face and eating from Jesus table just as He has invited me to do. I will never be perfect until the day I leave this old sinful world and receive a new life in Glory Land. Until then I will do the best I can to help everyone who are stymied and holding onto life by a thread. I will try to speak words of love and encouragement, and forever hold these hurting souls up before God. These are the things that make us fit to eat at the Kings table.

God Bless
Myrtle Jean Sharp



 

Jean's Comment's: "Death Comes To All Life"

Jean's Comment's: "Death Comes To All Life": The last leaves of the blackberry vines for this year. Such pretty red colors. 11-29-2016 Perryton, Texas.                              ...

"Death Comes To All Life"

The last leaves of the blackberry vines for this year. Such pretty red colors. 11-29-2016 Perryton, Texas.

                                 Fall is beautiful while it lasts.  11-29-2016 Perryton, Texas.

                  The empty Robin nest is completely visible now. 11-29-2016 Perryton, Texas.

                          A tiny rosebud is still clinging to life. 11-29-2016 Perryton, Texas


A nice sunny day the 29th day of November 2016. My pretty back yard has all but died for this year. What is left has some pretty red tones that cheer the heart somewhat. A reminder of the birthplace of the pretty little Robins is looking forsaken. I showed pictures of them while still in the nest just hours after they hatched out. I posted them on my blog. This past summer has been a good one to remember. I have lost several good friends who  unlike my yard beauty won’t be coming back. Some things we lose forever, others we lose for just awhile. It takes the love of God to balance the temporary with the forever. Life goes on for the mortal soul even though it has to get revived from time to time. When it’s time to leave the world forever God will prepare a heavenly home that will never need weeding or watering for the yard. The tiny rose bud I saw on a bush today gives me faith still. I think it will open up to full glory before it freezes to death. Some species  are more tolerable and can live longer than others. A mark of the High calling God, no doubt. There is an end to everyone and everything that lives. “Let us rejoice and be glad.”

Sometimes when it seems that we’ve been stripped of every ounce of dignity we ever had, and the curtain has been closed on our stage of performance, it would indicate a time to lay it down. It was at just such a time for me recently when two angels of God called me on the phone on two different days and lifted my spirits. Neither of these knew I was in deep need of encouragement. That’s why I’m sure God laid me on their heart. Both of these calls were surprisingly unexpected, and I received a full charge from the messages they delivered. I have always declared that Christians must take the bad with the good, but some of the bad is almost too bad to recover from. “Not so, saith the Lord. Ye shall mount up with wings as eagles. Ye shall walk and not grow weary, ye shall run and not faint.” My life is in God’s hands, and if I should die a horrible death I count it as a martyr’s  death. I will, by all means, stick to the promise God made to me at the time of my conversion. “I will not suffer the redeemed to the horrible death.” I have been redeemed, and I try every day to live a Christ-like life putting others before myself. His love is greater than all my self-denials. The stripes that are put upon me are some of the same ones put upon Christ. However, by His stripes we are healed. By my strips I am weakened, but only till an angle comes to bring Christ’s healing. I will praise Him forever.

God Bless
Myrtle Jean Sharp

Jean's Comment's: "The Warmth Of Love And Beauty"

Jean's Comment's: "The Warmth Of Love And Beauty":                               Asparagus victims of fall outrage. 11--19-2016 Perryton, Texas.     The memorial resting place for my lov...

"The Warmth Of Love And Beauty"

                              Asparagus victims of fall outrage. 11--19-2016 Perryton, Texas.

    The memorial resting place for my loving plants and flowers. 11-19-2016 Perryton, Texas.


It’s now time to bury the dead. What a sad day for me! I know I can get through this long fall and winter, but not without mourning the loss of all my beautiful roses, flowers, asparagus plants, fruit trees, and a green lush lawn of grass. I’m not a winter person, and I don’t like snow. I used to thrill at the idea of going with my family to the ski slopes of Colorado and new Mexico. We enjoyed those times and the cold didn’t even seem cold. Things have changed a lot since then. My children cannot talk me into going skiing with them any more. The New Mexico cold is cold now, and I don’t see the beauty of the snow-covered slopes any more. The youthful thrills and excitement has a way of slipping from the aged old bodies and minds of cracking joints. The nature of age is designed and placed upon all humanity. To strip it would only bring harm and unpleasant feeling to the deserving, retired body.  I accept my age with gratitude and  will treat it with respect. I don’t expect to live to be nine hundred years old like in old bible times, but I would not refuse to if that was my intended destiny. I do like to pretend that I am possible living to be over 100. Even longer if I reach that mark. Although I have to say I plan each day as if it were my last. I think I am on the right path.

I know New Years Eve is still over a month away, but I made reservations today to spend it with my two sisters in Clinton, Oklahoma where we will quietly rest and play the games of slot. This is the life style old age affords the deserving retiree. I am so thankful for the love of my few living siblings and their families. Even more thankful that they like to do the same things I like to do. We all are thankful that God has given us health and means to enjoy the latter years of our life. Let the young do the hazardous things they enjoy, but let the older do the common sense things they enjoy. All will be happy, and all will be loved with a sweet, sweet spirit. I extend my hand to everyone around the world to accept the things you can do, and not try to do the things you cannot do. Put on your cloak of honor, and be proud of who you are. You were commissioned to do a job at birth, and never, never doubt that. We just must put forth an effort to do the job better each day whatever it may be. We may never get fired for under performing, but neither will we ever be promoted. When I play the game of slot I play to win. If not I try, try again. I never give up. What’s your game? Are you still trying to win? Try harder and enjoy while you are doing so.

God Bless
Myrtle Jean Sharp