"Up In Time To Say Good Bye"

                                     The moon at 6:30 this morning 3-12-2017 Perryton, TX.


I got up at 6:30 this morning, yesterday it would have been 5:30. It was still dark outside, and I saw this bright moon in the west as I looked out my kitchen window. In the picture I took it doesn’t show the brilliant yellow color, but it was glowing with a large halo of different colors around it. “I must take a shot of that moon,” I said to myself. In my stocking feet and pajamas, I walked outside and took this picture. I hope the moon didn’t take a shot of me also. One never knows these days.

I had gotten up early to make chicken and egg noodles for the dinner at church today. I had to bake the chicken then make the noodles. I expect to have a good day at church since I haven’t been for awhile. I have renewed my contract with God, and am holding true to the many events that’s on my schedule. No more playing hooky for me. Excuses are not accepted by God. Oh my! How I hate to be nice, and get the job done when asked to do something. I can, and I will, as long as I can walk on my own two feet.

I told the group last night before I left the dinner, Not to forget to set their clocks up an hour. I said tomorrow is Sunday, and you might get the surprise I got one time. :What is that,” they asked?” I told them about the time my husband and I went to Sunday morning church as usual. There was no cars on the parking lot. I almost panicked. I said to my husband did we miss the rapture? He nor I either were aware of the time change, so he seriously answered, “I hope not.” I went on in the church to see what was going on in there. Luckily the door wasn’t locked. I saw a lady who had come early to prepare for the communion. I asked her what had happened? She said, what? I said well where is everybody? She looked at me like I was an idiot, and said the time changed. What a relief, but I didn’t let her know what I had been thinking. The group all laughed, because they all are knowledgeable about the rapture that certainly will take place some day. I am always quick to tell people to be sure and set their clocks up when that time of the year comes.

I had enjoyed the evening visiting with friends and eating a nice dinner. It is good to assemble ourselves together with Christian believers, and share our joys and concerns. Fifteen members were present and the fellowship was great. “From the heart the mouth speakth,” and the hearts were speaking a lot last night. I’m so glad to be a part of this blessed group.

God Bless
Myrtle Jean Sharp

Jean's Comment's: "Give Me Flowers Instead Of Thorns"

Jean's Comment's: "Give Me Flowers Instead Of Thorns": The crocus are looking pretty this morning. They are the second flower in my garden to bloom this year. 3-11-2017 Perryton, TX I’m still...

"Give Me Flowers Instead Of Thorns"

The crocus are looking pretty this morning. They are the second flower in my garden to bloom this year. 3-11-2017 Perryton, TX


I’m still being hindered this morning from spraying the fruit trees, and working in the yard. No rain yet, but the skies are cloudy, and it’s very cool. I am seeing more of my flowers growing from bulbs, blooming every day. They make my heart sing. I just wish I could bloom and be that pretty. I am my own flower, and I like to see myself in full bloom every day. I have always had this desire, but it’s hard for a flower to bloom when it’s covered with grief and sorrow. I am working on improving that set-back. Like the flowers in my garden, I can look pretty today, and fade away tomorrow. It takes a daily talk with God to keep encouraged. I am so thankful for all His help to me, and I tell Him so every day. Since I can’t work in the yard today I can have most of the day to primp, and get ready for a dinner with the singles group this evening. This time of fellowship is my special occasion of the week. I see friends who are dealing with the same, every day problems, that I deal with. It always reminds me that I am not alone as a human being still on this earth. Most of us give ourselves the best beauty treatment possible when we prepare for this meeting. I believe that pleases God. It shows that we still have respect for the person that God chose to put our spirit in. This is good enough to make a person dance a little gig, even though there is no music. A little jazz might be fun.

Years ago we used to sing this song in church, “The move is on my Lord the move is on.” Some people took it literally and started moving on. It got to be a happy time of self-dancing, and shouting out to God. I think those kinds of songs have long been removed from the church hymnals. They have been replaced with noise from rock-star artist which older people can’t even understand the words. Not because they’re deaf, but because they didn’t learn that language. We were tried to be made fools of, but instead the new generation made fools out of themselves. “What a day that will be when my Jesus they shall not see.” I will not back away from the word of God that teaches us how to live no matter how hard it may become. I am not close to being a religious fanatic, but neither am I close to being a
Satan follower. There is a level playing field out there, and more people need to find it. Is there a petition out there that I can sigh to bring back common-sense thinking, and replace the demon ideologically that is so rampant?  I’m searching everywhere, but have not seen one trace of any such petition. I still have the assurance that the Christian believer if they have truly been vetted by God will win over all odds.

God Bless
Myrtle Jean Sharp

Jean's Comment's: "Why Does The Wind Blow"

Jean's Comment's: "Why Does The Wind Blow": My first flowers to bloom this spring. The daffodils are hid behind a plant stand. 3010-2017 Perryton, TX The weather has changed from y...

"Why Does The Wind Blow"

My first flowers to bloom this spring. The daffodils are hid behind a plant stand. 3010-2017 Perryton, TX


The weather has changed from yesterday. Today it is chilly and cloudy outside. My outside working mood is probably going to change. I was ready to hit the yard early this morning and finish with the dead leaves and flowers that collected through the winter. I won’t be able to do it today. We need rain, but wish it could have waited one more day. This is the day I was also suppose to spray the plum trees for the second time. Rain would wash off all the spray so I must put that off too. It’s chancy if I do or don’t. The worms will be ready at any moment they see a chance to move into the blooms.

My first flowers to bloom this spring are the daffodils. They are hid behind a plant stand because I didn’t know any were left when I dug up the bulbs last summer. They did make me smile when I discovered them yesterday. The crocuses are blooming, but not fully open yet. They are another beautiful flower that I love.

The rabbits are starting to mate now, unfortunately. I saw a pair chasing each other this morning in my back yard. They always raise their little ones in holes they dig in the grass. Sometimes they don’t get the holes deep enough, and we chop up the babies with the lawn mower. The rabbits also eat some of my tender, oriental grass setting it back several weeks. They strip it to the ground, and it has to come out from the roots again. I had to give up on the strawberry plants because the rabbits always ate the strawberries when they started turning red. I have tried to use animal repellent, but it hasn’t worked for me. I still love spring, and will share it with all my animal, and bird friends. 

Today is the fifth day the fires have been blazing all around the Panhandle area. There hasn’t been a tally yet as to how many lives and cattle have been lost. Neither has it been published how many homes have been destroyed. One very nice home owned by the author of “Hank The Cow Dog,” has been completely burned. That house stood about 15 or 20 miles south of Perryton where I live. The house had already burned last Wednesday when I had lunch at the Citizen’s Center where Chriss Erickson, was also eating. She came in later than I so I didn’t talk to her, and didn’t know her house had burned till I saw it on face book. I am so sorry as these people are wonderful Christians, and I don’t understand the reason other than they were in the range of a terrible grass fire. The fires started from very high winds blowing down electrical lines and sparking fire causing the many acres of dry grass to burn. Lines were torn down in several states where the wind was blowing so hard, and lasted for several days. I heard on the news last night that fires had been contained in several places, but crews were being kept on for safety measures. The Perryton area fire was just 85 percent contained. How thankful we who were not affected should be. My thoughts and prayers are for all those dear people who did get caught up in these terrible fires. May they be blessed in a healing way that only God can provide.

God Bless
Myrtle Jean Sharp

Jean's Comment's: "Just Clowning While I work"

Jean's Comment's: "Just Clowning While I work":                Laughing to keep from crying. Raking leaves is not funny. 3-9-2017 Perryton, TX I just finished working in the yard for t...

"Just Clowning While I work"

               Laughing to keep from crying. Raking leaves is not funny. 3-9-2017 Perryton, TX


I just finished working in the yard for three hours. I filled a dumpster half full of broken limbs and dead leaves. I will have to do this several more days to get it all done. We had a bad winter and lots of high wind. I trimmed the dead limbs from the rose bushes, and cut down little trees that were coming up from roots of big trees. I must say I am tired. I slapped a pizza in the oven and had a quick lunch so I could write my blog. My neighbor came over while I was working and I tried to hire him to help me. He said no that he was retired. I told him it paid good money, and he said he didn’t’ need money. I can’t tell you how many times this guy has tried to do my yard work, but I always say no, I need the exercise. Very nice neighbors. My neighbors are one reason I do not want to sell my house and move away. All up and down this two or three block area I have amazing neighbors. This house has been my heaven for fifty years. It is hard for me to keep it up now, but somehow I can do it. I feel safer here than any place else in the world, and I say that because I feel like this world is a very dangerous place to be any more.

It took me over four years to take all my husbands cloths out of the closets and haul them to a give-a-way place. I just laid them on the hangers on the floor of the trunk. The stack become so tall I had to finish by laying the back seat full clear to the back windshield. He never wore anything out, so we just kept collecting cloths for him. I was exhausted by the time I finished, and I cried the rest of the day. That was two days ago, and I am still feeling the loss. I’m now trying to work off the heart-breaking pain by killing my self in the yard. Then today while I was resting my back pain I got a call from My husband’s nephew telling me they had put his mother in hospice care. She is the last one of my husband’s siblings. Eternity is becoming more real every day, although I don’t expect to be leaving anyway soon. I still have dreams to be fulfilled yet. I am having fun while I wait for them. I hope when it’s my time I will be taken on a jet cloud, and will be flying into that heavenly air port with angels everywhere to greet me. That is one of the dreams I cherish and hang onto. Only by faith do I live and breath each day. Only by faith will my dreams be fulfilled. “Faith without works is dead,” so I must hit the yard again tomorrow.

God Bless
Myrtle Jean Sharp