"Ugly Is Not Always Ugly"

Ugly is not always ugly It's 97 degree in Perryton, Texas at this time of day, 3:45 p.m. And this picture of a sunflower is the hottest, ugliest spot in my yard. The flower crossing the sidewalk is probably about 10 feet from it's root, just too tall to stand up. Since I have not worked any in my back yard this summer this sunflower has had it's chance to do it's own thing. The hotter, and drier the weather gets, the more this ugly, victim of flower osteoporosis gets. I feel bad now that I failed to help it through it's hard time of growing straight up. Just the same it will remain in it's own form until time for it to die. Everyone, and everything has a right to live as long as the Good Lord wants to use them, and this flower has not been mean to anyone. Isn't it strange what God can do with His creation even if we don't understand? I put myself in that category of mystery. I admit to being a bit weird, but I cannot change who I am, neither do I want to. I am happy to be free to do what I want to do. That may change before I die, but if so that too was my portion of who I am. I can love even the ugliest of sunflowers as long as they don't bother others. I have to admire them for being strong, and beautiful in their own way. I have worked hard today vacuuming, and cleaning house. I am tired, but proud to have gotten so much accomplished. I will do some more cleaning after writing this blog. Tomorrow will be my day to make myself look better as I too need personal touch-ups to go out in public. Saturday is my day to spruce up for Sunday church. I count it a blessing to do my best to look my best. I feel like Jesus will always be at church, and I want to feel properly dressed to suite Him. Like when my husband was living I always knew I would hear him say, “you look nice” when I finished dressing for church. Even though he is not here to tell me that any more, I feel like he still sees me every Sunday morning when I get ready for church. I guess I am trying to say Church is a more serious place to go to worship than a lot of people think. When I read the Old Testament I feel like the Worship Places were something right out of Heaven. Golden candlesticks, gold covered alters, Priestly robes of purple, and other heavenly colors. Somehow I feel like God would still like His place of Worship to be highly respected, and reserved. I'm not saying that everyone should dress “fit to kill,” so to speak, but I believe everyone should dress as if they were going to meet Jesus in person whether it be in jeans or robes, suites or dresses, as long as you are giving Him the best respect you possible can. Remember the church belongs to God, and not to be used as a common place of gathering just to say you've been to church. God Bless Myrtle Jean Sharp

Fried Okra And Fresh Tomatoes

Fried okra and fresh tomatoes Chuck's okra, and tomato plants are doing very well. He has a nice cantaloupe vine with lots of blooms also. He takes good care of his garden after I helped him get it planted. Due to his gout he cannot use a shovel to dig because the pressure makes his foot swell badly for several weeks. He really misses having a large garden of all kinds of vegetables. I miss it too because I put a lot of stuff in my freezer for him. It was 93 degree today, and I stayed inside all day. When I got home from Chuck's house I just wanted to get in my recliner, and relax the rest of the day. I'm taking a few minutes to write a brief blog, because I have been missing a lot lately. I finished the rag rug I had been putting many hours each day working on, and I just now loaded it in my car to take to Chuck's house next week. It was quite a chore for me to get it all figured out just how I was going to get it to the car, and up in the back seat. It does weigh about 100 pounds, because I am strong, and I had to pull, and heave to get it upon a plastic cloth after I finally got it folded. I used a rope to tie the plastic around it tightly, and dragged it to the car. I had a hard time getting it up in the back seat, but I finally made it. I'll worry about unloading it as soon as I need to do so. As for now I am resting, and feeling proud of my mighty strength. Tomorrow I will vacuum, and clean house after cutting rag strips and sewing them together for three weeks. My closets got a good going over since most everything I cut up came off the hangers. Really I could make several more rugs without missing too many garments. I am a hoarder of my cloths, and would keep things forever if it were possible. Over the years I have given a lot of things to charity, but I still had for too many things I didn't ever wear. My cook-top shorted out so I have been eating oven baked food mostly. However, I need to have my sausage gravy soon. I can cook the biscuits in the oven, but cannot make gravy in it, I have been eating a lot of micro-wave cooked bacon, and oven heated waffles. I will be getting a new cook-top next week. One never knows how much you miss something until you no longer have it. I can say this about all my loved ones, and friends whom I don't have with me any more. I can't replace them, and it's very hard to manage life without them. I shed a lot of tears, but God always comes to my rescue. One day at a time is my motto. God Bless Myrtle Jean Sharp

Really Roses On This Dying Bush

Really roses on this dying bush Now that the weather has cooled down the roses are starting to bloom. Too late for the full beauty they always gave, but just to see a few is a joy. The year of 2020 will never be forgotten. It has been a year of many terrible bad things happening to our country. The two years proceeding 2020 had been the most blessed for American that I can ever remember. God was merciful enough to give us a President who knew how to destroy evil, and was doing a great job of making “America Great Again.” However, as we all know when God starts moving to clean up a rotten nation Satan starts moving to stop Him. War is not always between two nations, The most destructive wars are between God, and Satan. Satan has followers just like God does, therefore, just like the Israelite's, God has to take control of evil, and much blood has to be shed because He will not allow Satan to rule His people. Those Israelite's whom chose to follow Satan had to pay with their lives. We had a visiting Minister in church this morning. He was like preaching to a graveyard, ( excuse the insulting statement,) but Ezekiel said it first. This Minister preached so hard, and powerful till a few people began to come alive. I must say I have much respect to the few people who are not giving up on God's Holy Spirit to pour out His Almighty Power on a needy people. It's coming, without a doubt, because Ezekiel's spirit still lives, and God will send it in many ways to raise up those dead bones. The visiting Minister did a little jig on the stage this morning, and I wanted to join him, but he stopped too quick. Look out people, for the old time gospel is coming back. The sermon this morning was all about witnessing. It was very good, and to the point. If we cannot witness for Jesus then we are not fit to be called His own. God gave Joshua a message to give the people after they had crossed the Jordan River on dry ground. He said I am giving you Jericho, and here is what you are to do. God said take your soldiers and march around Jericho every day for six days, Seven priests, each carrying a trumpet are to go in front of the Covenant Box. On the seventh day you and your soldiers are to march around the city seven times while the priests blow their trumpets. Then they are to sound one long note. As soon as you hear it all the men are to give a loud shout, and the city walls will collapse The orders were obeyed, and then the city of Jericho became property of the Israelite's. I have a hearing problem, but I did hear the Minister this morning saying something about blow the trumpet. I recognized the meaning was “listen, obey, and when the trumpet sounds let out a shout for the victory is yours.” I had just read this chapter 5 in Joshua last night. What a coincidence that the Minister would use it this morning. Something is definitely going to change for the good for America. Our church is waiting for the trumpet to sound, then we are going to give a loud shout. God Bless Myrtle Jean Sharp

Time To Rise And Shine

Time to rise and shine This light of the world I'm posting helped me to start off my day early this morning. I ate an early breakfast, and have already been crocheting on my rag rug for four hours. I took a short break to eat a light lunch of funyuns (onion rings) and a banana with another cup of coffee. The last cup in the pot. I was still tired so I decided to write a blog since it has been several days since I wrote one. I woke up early this morning to see this gorgeous sunrise. How could I not light up myself even after hearing that now our little town has passed the quota from mask exemptions, and now we will have to wear one every time we go outside our yard. I am becoming more bitter every day over this evil stunt the democrats has pulled with the help of China. They think if they try long enough, and seek the help of other countries they can get rid of our great president. They have been working on it now for four years. They are worried about going to prison for some of the criminal acts they have committed. I'm sure they don't know it, but they are not fighting agaist flesh, and blood, but against the Spirit of Almighty God. While they are destroying the lives of many good people they are making for themselves a horrible here after that will never cease for them. That does not make me happy, but some things we just have to accept. God helps us not to grieve so much like letting this gorgeous sun rise up this morning lighting up the whole world. I can let Him take my worries, and feel free to go on with my hobbies. He created pleasure for those whom have worked all their life to help make this world a better place to live. I still try, and can help some I hope, but my hard labor is no more. Things may not always suite me, but I can live with anything God allows to happen to me. I know it's always for a reason, and He said He would not put more on us than we were able to bear. He spoke those words to me many years ago through His Holy Word, and He has always kept that promise. I will always trust Him because He has never failed me yet. I have not been gone from home, or sick the past few days I haven't written a blog. I have just been busy doing the things that interest me most. Just using my creative thing-a-my-jig, satisfying my wonder to what might I do with the finished product. So glad I never out grew some of my childish ways. If I understand my bible we are all children of God. I hope I never out grow that fact, because that would make me a bad child. God Bless Myrtle Jean Sharp

Jean's Comment's: "Peace And Joy Are Mine Forever"

Jean's Comment's: "Peace And Joy Are Mine Forever":            My big yards got mowed today. Ready for more rain. 8-2-2020 Perryton, TX It's always nice to get your lawn mowed afte...

"Peace And Joy Are Mine Forever"

           My big yards got mowed today. Ready for more rain. 8-2-2020 Perryton, TX

It's always nice to get your lawn mowed after two weeks of a lot of rain. It's predicted that we will get some rain every day this week. I'm so glad I got the yard mowed today, even if it is Sunday. It was so wet this morning I had to leave my shoes at the door when I came in from emptying the trash. Late this evening the yard man got it mowed. This has been a dissapointing spring, and summer. Nothing like usual for flowers, and fruit. Then when the country shut down, I could almost see Jesus getting ready to make His appearance in the clouds. I'm still watching closely, because I know it's going to happen soon or later. Life could be very depressing if we didn't know that Jesau is coming to take us out of the wicked, evil world we are now living in. Every day is a challenge for us, and it gets more nerve racking day by day. I keep the victory most of the time, because I seek God daily. He is so good to cheer me up when I feel down. I have never had a nerve problem in my life, but at times I am experincing what it feels like. It's something that I have no control over like I always thought could be done in the past. It's a werid feeling when you feel like you are about to climb the walls. I can feel my nerves jerking, and that's about all I can explain about it. I just ask God to settle me doen, and He does very quickly. This has only happened to me twice just lately, and I'm so in wonder as to why. I do know now how to sympathize with people with nerve problems. No one in my family for a way back has ever been bothered with nerviness, as far as I know. I have never taken a nerve pill, or anything else that people say helps the nerves. I just haven't needed to. My sleepness is not because of nerves. I am totally relaxed when I go to bed, and for three hours or so I sing , and remember many songs we sang when I was a child. Every morning I wake up with a relaxed feeling, and just want to watch television, and drink a pot of coffee.

After church today I came home and recalled all the blessed feeling I got while there. The congeration is very small, and it's easy to see the expressions on most of the faces. I love this about a small group even though we are privileged to have a large, beautiful buikding that is only about fifteen years old. Something is being planned by God to bless this church that makes me anxious every Sunday to go and see what happened through the week. A visitor may not feel this peace, and joy, but the old faithful members are positive that great things are coming soon. They are contented with little, and even if nothing more ever happens they know God is in their midst. I am so happy to be back where I belong.

God Bless

Myrtle Jean Sharp

            

"I Get The Last Word"

     There it is Kent, and I'm still standing on my feet. The rising sun. 8-1-2020 Perryton, TX

 

Last evening I posted a picture of the sun just moments before it left us for the night. I stated that the sun was the fastest moving part of creation God ever used to perfect his earth. My sweet son wrote back and said mom, the sun is stationary. Well this picture of the sun I'm posting today taken early this morning is for him. It came up in sight about 7 o'clock this morning in the far east. At about 8 o'clock this evening it will disappear from earth. I know the globe is a very large planet, and it would have taken 13 hours for the sun to move half way around it. That is what my eyes tell me. But my son believes in science books, and says the earth revolves around the sun. Since I am in the middle of earth if that is true how come I am not turned upside down part of the day. Wait a minute, if that is true maybe that is what is wrong with me. I may be upside down half of the day. Have I maybe just solved a mystery for some of us, or just myself?

While you're at it Kent, why does the bible speak of the four corners of the earth if the earth is round? Isaiah 11:12. Science has discarded that reference, but It is still part of God's Word. My dad never accepted that the earth is round, but I won't argue with son, Kent, and especially my older son, Chuck, who scored in the upper 10 percent of science when he enrolled for college. I will just still believe in my eyes. Kent and I have hours on end of discussions about the Bible. We both love the Lord, and everything that's in it except the evil that will never disappear. Of course I learned in school that the earth revolves around the sun, but when my eyes see it moving across the sky, I'm going to believe them, unless science proves that I am upside down.

I'm holding onto a few other predictions that I have shared with Kent, and it is plain to see that some are beginning to make sense, although I may not live long enough to see the final stage. I am 87, and like Moses of old, I may not have to suffer the consequences of the “New World Order. Moses lived to be 129, but surly I won't be useful to God that long. Although, I am in good health, as my last doctor's report stated, I could be called home any day. I do hope God waits till I get my rag rug finished. I have too many hours in it to leave it unfinished. I know my granny is watching me make this rug, because she taught me how to crochet rugs. I'm sure she is laughing at some of my mistakes, but I just laugh with her.

God Bless

Myrtle Jean Sharp