Jean's Comment's: "This Is Real Pain Not Imagination"

Jean's Comment's: "This Is Real Pain Not Imagination": This is what I've had to deal with all summer. Mosquitoes eating me up. My leg was stinging, but I just had to show proof of how deter...

"This Is Real Pain Not Imagination"

This is what I've had to deal with all summer. Mosquitoes eating me up. My leg was stinging, but I just had to show proof of how determined they are to get your blood. 9-14-2918 Perryton, TX

 

My day has not exactly been exciting, but I did make it to the Center for lunch. After a quick trip to the grocery store I came home, and have done nothing since. The past few days I haven't even been going out in my yard because the mosquitoes tackle me the second I walk out. I'm not sure why, but while I worked out in Chuck's yard not one of those little devils bit me. He lives about a quarter of a mile from me. All of my neighbors are complaining about the mosquitoes. I don't even go to the alley to empty my trash without putting on long sleeves and, spraying repellent on my face and hair. I might be ready for Fall to arrive more than I thought after these evil little demons have made me an anemia. That's about all I can think of to complain about today. I have far more things to be thankful for than to complain about. “Forgive me Lord.” At least I am not having to leave my home because of hurricanes. What a terrible time some people are having to go through in North Carolina. My heart goes out to them. Already some have lost their lives, and the storm is not over yet. How dare I complain about a little mosquito.

I think that more than reality things, my worse enemy is imagination. With all the free time I have anymore, and the old age to go with it, I am constantly trying to understand the God that created it all. When I was a new born Christian many years ago, the Holy Spirit spoke to me through God's Word telling me “It was not meant for people to understand the mysteries of God.” I have stood on that teaching all through the years, but in a slower pace of life it becomes harder to dismiss all the questions that come to my mind. I can, and I will by the grace of God. The second most important teaching the Holy Spirit gave me is “Trust Me, Trust Me.” That trumps all others. How about, “Love thy neighbor as thyself,” “Abstain from the very appearance of evil.” “Seek, and ye shall find.” Just a few of the first teachings I was given when first becoming a child of God. Now I have the time on hand to imagine a lot, and I am thankful that I have that talent. I believe it is healthy to think deeply, and even put some of our thoughts on the debate table, but not to the point of arguing. It's called creative thinking, and sometimes it makes for a good laugh. Something none of us can have too much of. I also think that before Jesus there were no laughs, but after He came and died for our sins, our life became more like pleasure than sacrifice. Let us never forget that great sacrifice He made for us. I believe if we will try to find more time to visit, and laugh together, our pain will become less real.

God Bless

Myrtle Jean Sharp

Jean's Comment's: "The Plant That Died But Didn't Get Buried"

Jean's Comment's: "The Plant That Died But Didn't Get Buried":                         The plant that was supposed to have died. 9-13-2018 Perryton, TX   I'm real proud of my green thumb. Six ...

"The Plant That Died But Didn't Get Buried"

                        The plant that was supposed to have died. 9-13-2018 Perryton, TX

 

I'm real proud of my green thumb. Six months ago Chuck told me to trash this plant. There was nothing but the stump, and it looked completely dead. It had been a gorgeous plant when Chuck bought it standing about five feet tall. But for some reason he was unable to keep it alive. He is suppose to be the Horticulturist in the family. I told Chuck I wanted to try and survive that plant because I had loved it so much. I cautioned him not to touch it while it was under my care. But he didn't mind me. He thought if I thought I could survive it he would help me. I caught him spraying something on it, and I was sure that's why it died in the first place. I didn't give up, and put my expertise to use. About a month later Chuck was the first to notice a tiny green speck peeping out of the stump. The stump was about 12” tall, and about 8” around. It looked like something from the Hawaiian Islands. A little later another green speck, and finally five green specks were showing. They each slowly, but surly began to grow. I warned Chuck again about “hands off,” so he finally let me take care of it. We sit it out in the yard when the weather got warm, and today it's still there. I took a picture of it's magical growth, and the strawberry plants Chuck set around it without me knowing it. I have eaten one or two strawberries from the plants. Fall is approaching, and I'm concerned as to where in the house we can sit it. The windows in the house are high, and the plant with the big planter full of soil is very heavy. I'm looking for a tall, sturdy table. I dare Chuck to kill my plant.

So I did have a good day today. I visited with a neighbor for awhile who was interesting to talk with. He wants to buy Chuck's house if we decide to sell it. I don't plan for that to happen anyways soon. I worked in the yard some more, and the place is starting to look a lot better. Chuck was able to help some, but he is in poor health. I really needed the extra exercise I am getting from working in that yard. Both mentally, and physically I am feeling kinda giant wise. I thank God for that. I had gotten into a rut for awhile, and didn't enjoy anything. I stayed home most of the time. Now I am going like before, and enjoying every minute of it. Life can play tricks on us sometimes. But my God cannot be tricked, and He's looking out for me. Tomorrow I will be attending a luncheon at the Center for the third time this week. Next week I will be attending a special bar-b-q dinner at the Center on a Saturday evening. I'm excited about this event. I hope a lot of people will show up, and show out. Whoopie do. 

God Bless

Myrtle Jean Sharp

Jean's Comment's: "Why Do They Do It"

Jean's Comment's: "Why Do They Do It": Watching the football boys across the street warming up for their first game. 9-12-2018 Perryton, TX   I gotta love those football b...

"Why Do They Do It"

Watching the football boys across the street warming up for their first game. 9-12-2018 Perryton, TX

 

I gotta love those football boys who give their skin, and blood to win the game for we proud Perrytonites. Nothing will stop them from giving all they've got to win the game. They see me watching them so I wave, and smile at them. I have been watching these guys practice for years from my front porch. The practice field is directly across the street from me. The playing field and bleachers are within walking distance from my house. This is the time of year when everyone in Perryton gets rallied up, and goes out to the ball game. There is never a dull minute around my place till school lets out for the summer. The midget teams play their little hearts out on the same field when the big boys are not playing. Yes, football is taught to the boys from kindergarten up. My boys all played on the same field also. We have lived in this house for fifty years. I have lots of good ole memories.

I had a nice time at the Center today. It is still not the same, but getting better all the time. I can change with the time I'm sure. I have to be thankful for the nice place we have that lets us all come together three times a week on an average, and more than that on special occasions. An evening get together is always great, and special food is served. Sometimes entertainment is provided also. Several of our Seniors never miss a meeting unless they are either sick, or on vacation. It seems like that is never for some. Our next special dinner will be September 22. A wonderful bar-b-q will be served along with all the good stuff that goes with it, It is a fund raiser for the Center and everyone is invited.

I find it hard sometimes to fight old age. It has it's way of wrinkling our skin, and closing our ears. It makes us want to rest too much, and lose interest in most things. It dims our eyes, and scares us every time we have a little cold. We wonder if it's pneumonia or are we going blind. When our muscles get sore from too much movement at normal cleaning etc, we wonder am I getting cancer? When we forget little things that used to be normal, we now wonder am I losing my mind. I know this is every older person's concern, but it sure does make things difficult to cope with. I will trust God through every trial even though I may not show it. I believe God likes us to be silent at times. He can speak to us better if we will just listen, and not try to tell Him all about out troubles. He already knows them, and will do what, and when, He chooses to. Big mouth people often stick their foot in their mouth when it should have been closed. Then they try to tell people they are in God's will. Not true, so say I.

God Bless

Myrtle Jean Sharp

Jean's Comment's: "There It Is That Place Of Eternal Peace"

Jean's Comment's: "There It Is That Place Of Eternal Peace":            Sun shinning from another planet. What else could it be? 9-11-2018 Perryton, TX   I was standing under the apple tree lookin...