"Flying The Friendly Skies"

“Flying The Friendly Skies” My son, Kent, just called me from Hawaii. He said they were having a great time in a Paradise. He, and his wife, and some others left yesterday to spent a week on that beautiful Island. I have never been there, but really have no desire to go. I have never been one to like traveling abroad. Kent, and his wife love traveling and have been in several different countries. I guess I am just prejudice of my own country, The United States. To me non other can compare. However, I do believe in exchanging friendship with all other countries. It is all God's creation, and He has no favorites. Hawaii is part of the United States, but I see a little less than proud of it from most Hawaiians. This world would not turn if it was one-sided. Let's keep the wheels balanced. I have felt so energetic today since getting the good news yesterday about my health issues. Sometimes nothing but worry is our greatest sickness. My doctor told me I was in good shape, so today I am celebrating. I just took a big pecan pie out of the oven. I spent more time, making this pie look perfect, than ever before. I hope it tastes as good as it looks. This new oven I got is the best for baking everything smooth, with no humps. It cooks to perfection. I use it every day I am home. I even use the broiler to make my toast. I will be oven frying some chicken thighs for Chuck's dinner tomorrow. I have to fix most everything the night before I go to his house because I leave early in the mornings. I just have to reheat before I leave. This week-end is Father's Day. I hope every father has a great day. My father is in heaven, but I still wish him a Happy Father's Day. I have a great nephew who became a father today for the first time. What a special gift that little daughter gave him. Happy Father's Day Zack. To every child who does not have their father with them for any reason, know that you have a Heavenly Father who loves you very much. God Bless Myrtle Jean Sharp

"Tie Me Up Before I Fly Away"

“Tie Me Up Before I Fly Away” It's over friends, and family members. The decision has been made, but I didn't make it. It had already been made when I walked into the doctor's office. At first the nurse took my blood pressure, but had no luck doing so. The sphygmomanometer would not register, Another try measured the instrument reading 213/95. After a few minutes she tried again, but still no figures would appear on the screen. She just shook her head and left the room. I had taken my little blood pressure instrument so I used it, but got the same results. While I waited for the doctor to come in I was thinking that I would be admitted again to the hospital. No such thing. The doctor asked me how I was feeling. I said I was feeling fine until the nurse couldn't get a measurement of my blood pressure. He just smiled at me, and ignored my concern. Within five minutes I was told that I had a little blockage on both arteries in my neck, but not enough to worry about now. He listened to my heart, and lungs then said fine, I'm not doing anything at this time, but I want you to come back in four months and I will take another look at the neck blockage. I immediately felt my blood pressure go down. When I got home I took my blood pressure, and it read 137/65. I am ditching all my boyfriends but Dr. Langly. He looks to be about the age of my grandsons, but wiser than Methuselah. I had never met Dr. Langly, and I worried about what he may be like. I fell in love with him immediately. I had thought that the doctor would, without question, take my Cardiologist recommendation and schedule a date today for the procedure if I agreed. Not so. He looked at all my records, and made that decision without even asking me. But who directed the doctor to do that? Almighty God. There is not one doubt in my mind. Now I'm ready to get back in Chuck's garden tomorrow and plant some more green beans. If they don't hog-tie me Sunday I might dance a little jig at church. I do want to thank everyone who were praying for me to make the right decision. Those prayers were answered today. Say amen with me. God Bless Myrtle Jean Sharp

"I Will Guide Thee With Mine Eyes"

“I Will Guide Thee With Mine Eyes” The cloud gets heavier, and darker every day. I don't expect it to ever lift from my path as long as I live. I do expect God to follow me under that cloud, and give me strength, and faith to trust Him all the way to my eternal home. Tomorrow I will be making a decision on a very important matter to me in the form of surgery. If I choose to have it it may give me many more years of life if I have no trouble recovering. If something goes wrong, I could die quicker than if I chose not to have it. For a younger person this minor surgery would amount to nothing, but an older person like myself with past major surgeries, it could be very risky. I will be seeing my doctor tomorrow to discuss the pro's and con's of this simple procedure. I have ask God for a scripture to help me decide. This is what He gave. Psalms 32:8. “I will instruct thee and teach thee in the way which thou shalt go; I will guide thee with mine eyes.” I no longer need to dread this trip. I just need to go and find out what I should do according to my Heavenly Father. I do not believe I will know tomorrow with whatever decision I make if I will live longer, or die quicker, but I am sure of one thing I will be guided by my Lords own eyes. What more can we ask for? It has been twenty one years since I had open heart surgery, and I have been a workaholic every since. Only recently five hours after getting my second covid shot have I had any kind of health issues. I had a stint placed to my heart, but have had some trouble every since. Now I am told I need to have the blood vessels in my neck cleaned out. There is a 75 percent blockage which I'm told could lead to a stroke. I have not met with the doctor who would be doing the procedure yet, but my cardiologist made it clear that it would be up to me, but he would recommend it. Tomorrow will be the day for that big decision. Everyone faces a time in life that troubling decision have to be made, that is unless the Lord decides to make that decision Himself. When I had open heart surgery I made sure I had everything in order, My husband and I made a will, checked out burial spots, and a few other things. The Lord had given me the two words He wanted me to stand on. “ Trust Me, Trust Me.” I did just that, and when they wheeled me into the surgery room to prepare me my youngest son was with me. I don't know why, but for some reason every thing I said made my son laugh out loud. Finally a nurse came in to check on us. I said, are we making too much noise, He said no, go ahead and make all the noise you want. I was 21 years younger then than I am now. I never knew when I was taken in for the surgery. Sometime later a nurse was saying to me, wake up, wake up Mrs Sharp, it's all over. I said oh it can't be I haven't even counted to 10 yet. The recovery was short, and I never slacked off doing anything I wanted to do until now. I only went to see my doctor once a year for a check up. Never had to get another prescription for anything else. Just the blood pressure pill, and a cholesterol. I will let you know the decision I made when I write another blog. God Bless Myrtle Jean Sharp

"And Then It Happened"

“And Then It Happened” I was expecting a nice, surprising, but a great blessing this morning at church. It didn't happen; but after church was over and people started leaving I found it. A couple, and their daughter were already seated when I arrived at church, and I had never seen them there before. I thought they were off, and on attendants that I had never met before. I just waved at them as I walked up the isle to my seat. I knew I was going to acknowledge them when church was over. But, while I was asking someone who the folks were, they had already exited the church, and by the time I learned that no one there knew who they were, I had to run outside to catch them before they got to their car. I introduced myself to them, and started talking as fast as I could to get more acquainted. They were more than eager to let me know they were trying to find a church where the minister still preached God's Word. They added, this minister is one of those few still left. He did a great job, they said. Then the gentleman began to preach me a little sermon. I almost started shouting standing outside while people were going to their cars to leave. My surprise blessing happened outside of the church, but it did happen. I said to them, I hope God will move on you to come back, and help us fill these pews. Then I went back inside, and shared my blessing with the few whom had not left yet. The sermon this morning was again on, “don't give up.” I thought to myself, surly pastor you can't still keep believing that this church is ever going to be the same as long ago. He had used the bible scripture about Lazarus who had died, and was buried, when Jesus told his sister to remove the stone, and bring Lazarus out of the cave where he was buried. But the people told Jesus, by now he will be stinking. They did what Jesus told them to do, and unwrapped the burial cloth from him. Jesus said to Lazarus, “ rise up and walk, and Lazarus did just that. I had heard this sermon so many times till I was not touched by it. But when I chased the strangers down this morning, the sermon started having an effect on me. I knew then that I was never going to give up. I'm in a shouting mood again, and feeling a little ashamed at my doubt. God Bless Myrtle Jean Sharp

"I Stand On My Speech"

“I Stand On My Speech” Saturday afternoon rush for me. Only about half through with my housework, and then have to work on my beauty effort. My hair is getting so thin it takes me hours to hide the bald. I could let the hair dressers do it, but I don't like their style on me. My husband used to say the beauty operators makes me look like I'm wearing a wig. He is not with me any longer, but I still like to pretend he is. For years my hair was the least of my worry, but old age has changed that a lot. My hair is just one of the things I'm fighting with about change. The awful, disgraceful, tattoos, and body piercings are more than I can accept. I cannot have any sympathy for those who have chosen to make their God-given bodies into a hell-like symbol mocking God's Holy Temple. “The Word says our bodies are the Temple of The Lord.” I feel like many have made it into a welcome sign to hell. I am overdue with my frank, rebuke for tattoos, but my soft, talk concerning tattoos just got me deleted. It didn't do any good at all, so I'm not sugar coating my thoughts any longer. Of course I will get repercussions, but I can no longer be a dummy on a stick. Judge me, you will be judged. Your judgment cannot hurt me, because I know the difference between true judges, and fake ones. My sentence will be from not speaking out much sooner. I do not believe in judging people about every little mistake they make, but when it is so bad that nothing evil can be felt by Christian born mortals in America, it's time for Frank to start preaching. At my age I never thought I would ever be called upon to speak out on God-forbidding sin, but if I must die a martyr, that shall I be. I do believe that God is already judging this world. Very few are aware of it. If they were they would become more concerned about the troubles they are in. They seem to brush it off as if it's nothing new. What a trick the evil one has played on so many. It's very disturbing to me because I feel like too many luke worm Christians are never going to see the light. I do believe that before the end of time every knee shall bow before the Lord, but I'm not sure it won't be too late. This message is one big surprise to me. I never intended to condemn anyone because I strongly am against that, but for some reason this is what proceeded out of my heart. God Bless Myrtle Jean Sharp

"Without Pain We Are Dead"

“Without Pain We Are Dead” How nice to have special friends you can talk to for hours if you wish. I just hung up the phone from talking to a super nice person, that keeps me updated on everyone else. Before that call I had talked to my sister in Oklahoma City for quite some time. It is friends, and family like those that keep me feeling necessary to stay on the sunny side. God bless my sunshiny faces that brightens my days. I am very much aware that without daily contact with people one will lose their desire to function. I am also aware that it becomes a daily struggle to remain positive about the blessing we receive in life. This is just part of the retired life all of us have to face in time. It sounds good at first, but the older bones just don't move as fast as the young ones did. Somehow the brains want more rest also. So it goes like this. “Be kind one to another, and love your neighbor as yourself.” It took me one hour today to do the two things that I thought might take all day today. My mind must have been resting a lot yesterday. The old saying goes like this, “ you are making a mountain out of a mole hill.” At least I am still getting things done. I do know that is because the Good Lord is always there to help me. I pray I will never get to the place I expect Him to do it all. I will patiently wait for things to happen that I know is going to happen in God's time. I can be happy and content until such time. The things we dread the most will turn into a joyful experience. Come walk with me down that dark road then we both can share the rising sunshine. Just have to say, Glory, Glory to the Lamb of God.” He is my all, and all. And I love to tell His story. God Bless Myrtle Jean Sharp

"A Dirt Digger I Am"

“A Dirt Digger I Am” I helped Chuck plant some garden today. We set out eight tomato plants, and planted a row of green beans. The cantaloupe plants are in full bloom already, and some of the tomato plants were blooming before we got them put out. Chuck has a passion for raising garden, but he, and I both are almost beyond garden work anymore. Those garden tools just won't let us put them away. The spake, rake, and hoe are always nearby. Now that I'm home, I am doing what I enjoy most, typing whatever comes to my mind, so I can see what the Lord has for me to do next. I believe my messages are more for me than anyone else; but what would life be like if we couldn't share? I also enjoy reading others messages. Wish more people would write more. I visited with Chuck's next door neighbor today. We both were in our back yards at the same time so it was a good time to stand under the shade of some trees, and talk our heads off. I do love this precious little lady. She is so talented, and we both have so many things in common. It was lunch time, and she offered to share some chicken salad sandwiches with Chuck, and I, but I had made a large meatloaf earlier, and made scalloped potatoes, and collard greens. This special lady cannot be beat so far as making you feel important. She was in her late fifties when she married the first time, but that guy could not have found a more loving, and caring wife. He realizes that too. They have been married now just over eight years. A lovely couple totally in love. The best thing this friend and I have going together is we both love our Lord, and talk about Him a lot. I haven't had time to rest since I've been home so I will hurry and finish this little gabby story, and find my recliner. How thankful I am to be blessed so much with both material, and spiritual things. God knows exactly what I need, and He always supplies it. Sometimes I tell Him what I need, and He also gives that. I wasn't raised to be a spoiled child, so I know not to ask for more than I really need. However, He tells us in His Word to ask, and we shall receive. I believe He wants us to tell him what we need. Usually I ask for peace, and guidance. I do often ask Him for strength to endure grief, which I have experienced a lot. He is my comforter. God Bless Myrtle Jean Sharp