Wednesday, 24 May 2017


I believe in accepting our illness, we still have faith in God's ability to heal us if He chooses to. Acceptance of our current life is not giving up- it's acquiescing to God's Will in our life and trying to live it to the best of our ability. Of course we would love to be healed, but it may come in glory. We still have a life to live now or until God takes us home or comes for us. We are like Job, if He slay us, still we will trust in Him. To my mind, that isn't the thoughts of a Worrier, but a Warrior... 

I don't believe we who accept our illness have given up on healing... we have simply bowed to God's Will for us at the time... never giving up on being healed and accepting our state of health does not equate to lack of faith... in fact, I believe it enhances it.

Let's do a scenario: Amy (or any believer) believes God can heal her. She also believes that the timing is up to Him. She comes to terms with her illness and decides to live her life as best she can. She has high physical pain levels but a peace in her heart. She has a close relationship with Jesus and clings to Him daily. She lives in hope.

NOW this one: Amy believes God will heal her. She has stood on scripture and placed her demands and exercised her faith until she believes her healing will be imminent. She detests her life and lives solely in the future in the realm of possibilities. She has higher pain levels, exacerbated by her anger that she is not healed and her guilt that maybe she didn't flex her faith muscles enough. Because that is what will heal her. 

Amy starts to feel disenchanted with Jesus as time goes by and she's not healed. Eventually she decides that either God doesn't heal or her faith was not enough. She succumbs to depression and fear as she almost jettisons her faith. Which creates more fear. Unlike Amy living in hope in the first scenario, the second scenario shows her living in a hopeless and miserable state.

We can see who really has the most faith and peace in her life. Chose your own faith scenario... life's a choice. Even in chronic illness....

© Glenys Robyn Hicks 

Though He slay me, yet will I trust Him. Job 13:15

Tuesday, 23 May 2017


One of the biggest strains that I have ever placed on my marriage was the unspoken demand for my husband to be my Lord and savior. It wasn't something that I verbalised, but it was an unattainable, internal standard that I had set for him.

I expected my husband to be perfect and without fault. With this expectation came disappointment and bitterness. When the Bible alluded to the husband being "like Christ" in regards to his relationship to his wife, I took this to mean perfect. I expected the PERFECT CHRISTIAN HUSBAND.
I charged him with filling the needs and completing tasks that only the Lord could. I expected my husband to know how I was feeling even when I was to hurt and stubborn to verbalise. I expected him to know what to do to make me happy. I wanted him to meet all of my needs. I demanded that he figure out what it required to make me feel secure. 

This kind of thinking began to take a severe toll on the strength of my marriage. It was not until I realised that I had set up an idol. This idol was a detailed mental list of the type of husband God wanted for me. This list transformed from the type of husband God wanted for me into the type of husband I demanded that I have.

I had built an image of my husband, based upon every righteous aspect of the scripture, and then turned it into an idol of worship. If ever my husband did not meet the standards I had formulated, I would become frustrated, resentful and bitter. This showed up in my speech, behaviour and attitude.
It wasn't until God began to show me how far away I was from being a Proverbs 31 or Titus 2 wife that I finally humbled myself. It amazes me how easily something good can turn bad when we get our hands on it. Needless to say, that I stopped demanding that my husband be perfect and begun the work of allowing God to perfect me. Not only have I grown in the process, but God has moulded my husband into the perfect man for me.

I no longer worship who he could be, but I accept and encourage my husband for who he his and where he is. I let God's grace handle the rest. If you have a husband that you believe is coming up short, be prayerful, focus on the Lord and encourage your husband often. Ask God to help you focus on your husbands goodness. Allow God to use you to be the help meet he needs to become the man God predestined him to be-   by Proverbs 31 Wife

Blessings, Glenys 

It is better to trust in the LORD than to put confidence in man. Psalm 118:8

Saturday, 20 May 2017


When my children were young we lived amongst a lot of families where we women were all having children or raising children. In the era before every household had 2 cars, we walked our older children to kindergarten or school together, pushing our young ones in prams or strollers. In fact, we called ourselves the “Pram Brigade!” 

We looked forward to coming together twice a day to swap mothering tips, discuss household management, recipes and childbearing. High up on this list too were infant welfare visits, vaccinations and Baby’s latest milestone. This was the highlight of our day. And it was good. But as often happens when women meet together regularly, a gradual overlapping of the boundaries of friendship and discretion slowly overtook us. 

A few mothers started gossiping about a neighbour who was not with us on a particular morning. Each woman tried to outdo the previous gossiper with another tidbit of “news” until the poor woman who was the unwilling topic of conversation had been badmouthed into a corner from which there was no escape. I too was guilty of listening, for the morsels of gossip were indeed interesting- I let them slide down my throat easily, relishing the details which seemed to whet our appetites for more. By the time we reached the kindergarten, this woman’s housekeeping ability, mothering, integrity, morality and even marriage had come under some very expert dissection. We had not only gone through her home and family but had even figuratively been so bold as to enter the marital bed, discussing things that were a matter only between our friend and her husband. 

Suddenly by lunchtime, my absent friend of the morning had become a stranger- a sad figure who obviously had no redeeming points in her life and who was in fact, a person to avoid like the plague. Furthermore, I was suffering from a bad case of indigestion, with the morsels of gossip stuck in my chest accompanied by a vague sense of sadness and guilt. Not yet a Christian, I never thought to pray, but a sense of injustice towards my friend who was the victim of a character assassination was developing, and I found myself grieving for her and our lost friendship. Women can be the cattiest creatures alive. Just a few words can set a bushfire blazing with horrendous results. For the friend who was the victim of this gossiping session, obviously felt something was different the next morning when she took her children to school with us. And there was indeed something different. 

A bushfire had erupted and there was no putting out its flames! Each of us had suffered not only a bad case of indigestion overnight, mulling over lumps of gossip, but those things which were shared had managed to force a wedge between us and this woman. We felt such guilt that we felt uncomfortable with her and she could sense this. Some women tried to compensate by being over friendly and we all came across as false. 

Gradually to the increased discomfort of our maligned friend, we became less verbiose, and our wicked loose tongues at last ran out of things to say. So when at the end of the week our friend announced she was taking her husband to work each morning and then driving the children to school, we all felt that now familiar pang of guilt and regret. We all knew we did not deserve to call ourselves her friend after that morning. And we never did recover her friendship. 

The Morning Of The Gossip heralded the demise of other close friendships too. For each of us in our hearts knew that when women start gossiping you could very well be the next object of interest. Gradually the morning conversations became more formal, with no one ready to be open about anything that was precious to us. Our sense of camaraderie slowly evaporated. And the walks seemed to take forever. 

Forty years down the track, a lot of water has passed under the bridge. I have become a Christian and have learnt the Truth- that God hates gossip and maligning another person. I have repented and try hard not to gossip or listen to it. Whenever I think of my former friend, I wonder where she is and how she is. I wonder how her children turned out and if her marriage survived. I wonder if she overcame her weaknesses and if she regained her health. I pray for her. I pray that she reached out to God and found Him. I pray that she has found some true friends that have come alongside her and really supported her. 

I pray for my other former friends too, that they may have not only taken some antacid for their indigestion that day, but realised the cause of it. I pray that God has taken each one of us through this sad time and taught us the lesson of a loose tongue. And I pray that He in His mercy, stamped out the fire we created and sheltered that needy woman from its flames. I pray that God will see my tears as I write this: tears of sorrow and warning for those of us compelled to speak things of others that we should not. Let my tears help put out the fires of yesterday and bring healing to my friend. And I pray that I will never again suffer from verbal indigestion..

 © Glenys Robyn Hicks 

James 3:1-6 My brethren, be not many masters, knowing that we shall receive the greater condemnation. For in many things we offend all. If any man offend not in word, the same [is] a perfect man, [and] able also to bridle the whole body. Behold, we put bits in the horses’ mouths, that they may obey us; and we turn about their whole body. Behold also the ships, which though [they be] so great, and [are] driven of fierce winds, yet are they turned abouth with a very small helm, whithersoever the governor listeth. Even so the tongue is a little member, and boasteth great things. Behold, how great a matter a little fire kindleth! And the tongue [is] a fire, a world of iniquity: so is the tongue among our members, that it defileth the whole body, and setteth on fire the course of nature; and it is set on fire of hell.

Thursday, 18 May 2017


My first marriage was very violent and traumatic for me. I was constantly shouted at by my ex-husband, with him screaming at me so closely that there was spittle on my glasses and face. This was often punctuated with a smack across the face or a punch in the jaw. In fact, he dislocated it once and to this day, I have problems with clicky jaw and TMJ...
Just after our 17th anniversary, I was trying to get something down from our wardrobe and I was standing on a bedside table..the table toppled over and my leg was badly bruised, but what hurt the most was that my husband came in roaring at me and punched me between the shoulder blades.. I don't know what happened, but I started howling and screaming like a wild woman and I couldn't stop it or the shaking that convulsed my body... even he was shocked..
I rang my mother and she took me to the doctor who gave me an injection to calm me... it did nothing. Mum rang him and he said that she should take me to hospital as he couldn't help any further..   So for the whole day I sat beside my hospital bed, blowing into a paper bag and talking to the psychiatrist for more than a couple of hours. He gave me a diagnosis of extreme stress and urged me to leave my husband, which I did 8 years later. I was discharged and sent home to my husband who informed me that I wasn't mad and didn't need to go to hospital even though he said I was mad every time I reacted to his abuse..

Being so low emotionally and mentally gave me insight into the way people view mental illness.. my family were appalled that I needed to talk to someone about it and I was urged to keep it private. This served to make me feel more alone and isolated than I already felt. To this day, fully recovered and now happily remarried, I feel anger at society's handling of the mentally ill..
Nervous breakdowns, stress induced illnesses, bi-polar, depression, schizophrenia and other mental illnesses do not make a person bad or someone to be hidden from society. We need to remember that they are suffering from invisible illnesses every bit as painful as a broken leg. We need to pray for them and treat them respectfully. They already will be suffering the added burden of shame and guilt for something that is out of their control.. 

© Glenys Robyn Hicks

For I, the LORD your God, will hold your right hand, Saying to you, 'Fear not, I will help you.' Isaiah 41:13

Wednesday, 17 May 2017


Over the nearly 20 years that I have been ill, it's become apparent that we Sacrificial Home Keepers or chronically ill women can never make plans. By it's very nature, chronic illness is unpredictable and we do not know from day to day, or indeed, moment by moment how it will effect us..

Nearly every day I write lists of things I need to get done and places I have to go, then something will happen that tosses my plans into the rubbish bin. I run out of spoons, or I become dizzy or feel faint or want to vomit, have angina, or mostly, I just collapse and need to take a nap..

Even planning for a restful day can go awry as sleep doesn't come and we find ourselves staring at the ceiling whilst going cross-eyed with fatigue..It's very frustrating..

I have only recently been able to say to people that we will go to a certain event or do something "if I am able" and not worry too much about the reaction. Because we Sisters all know that we can't please people when we can't jump to their command. I have gotten to the stage that I no longer care about their reaction because I am not doing it wilfully..their reaction is their problem..

None of us want to be chronically ill and it does us no good whatsoever to blame ourselves for not being able to attend a function or do something that we have promised to do. Our life is not our own when it comes to chronic illness..

I think what works best for me now is when I realised that God is in control of my life, my days and my nights. Unless He allows my body to co-operate, I am at chronic illness's mercy..

It gives me peace to tell myself and now others that I will do such and such if the LORD wills... and then leave it up to Him.

© Glenys Robyn Hicks

Instead you ought to say, "If the Lord wills, we shall live and do this or that." James 4:15

Sunday, 14 May 2017


In joyful love and amazement the young Eve’s heart lurched
As she gazed at the infant she’d just brought to birth,
And the depth of her love took her quite by surprise
As she looked at Cain’s face with its big blue eyes.
This gift from the LORD brought her to first know..
Pain mingled with joy which followed to show
A mother's love...

How perfectly shaped his head covered in fine down
What strength in his grip on her finger he clasped round,
How tiny each feature, how perfect, how flawless-
How soft was the skin still wet from the waters
That protected and comforted him just moments ago
When the world still had no babe nor mother to know
A mother’s love…

Joy swept through her previously unknown;
Eve knew it was the same joy God towards her had shown-
Feelings of elation in the life of a new living being
And possibilities of shared love previously unseen;
Deep feelings of protection and for the nurturing of
This delightful new creature and object of
A mother’s love…

This love felt so strange as it burst in Eve’s soul
And she knew that as a woman she truly felt whole,
For she sensed that as a mother she took a part in creation,
And thanking God, full of thankful celebration,
She lifted her son to the Father above,
Amazed by the strength and power of
A mother’s love…

All through the ages this same love formed in Eve’s heart
Has been passed down to her daughters as they too take part
In the greatest of mysteries known to man,
The strong feeling of partnership in God’s plan
Of the birth and the nurture and the survival of
God’s most precious of blessings so needful of
A mother’s love.

© Glenys Robyn Hicks 

Happy Mother's Day to all mothers today

“ I have gotten a man with the help of the Lord.” Genesis 4:1

Wednesday, 10 May 2017


Somewhere the poor mother of a prodigal cries, her eyes reddened and not seeing much at all,

For she’s seeing her child through the eyes of love not how the world sees it at all…

For somewhere the mother of a prodigal prays…O how this poor mother prays...

For every thief is some poor mother’s child,  he has captured her heart in love’s ransom-

Yet to her she still sees the child of her youth; but he’s stolen all of her dreams…

For somewhere the mother of a prodigal prays…O how this poor mother prays...

Desperately and frantically the murderer flees, yet from this one thing he can’t ever flee-

The love of his mother bowed in sorrow, bemoaning a love he can’t kill…

For somewhere the mother of a prodigal prays…O how this poor mother prays...

For every trembling junkie finally taking a fix there’s a hurting mother just wondering why

The life that she gave him just isn’t enough; and she bows her head slowly and cries…

For somewhere the mother of a prodigal prays…O how this poor mother prays.

The gavel thumps and the sentence is passed, she is ushered out as her son’s led away.

As tears flow down each side of her face she still finds the strength to pray…

For somewhere the mother of a prodigal prays…O how this poor mother prays.

So for every news article that you ever read of  kids that have gone their own way,

Remember that they have a mother who cares and lift her to God when you pray…

For somewhere the mother of a prodigal prays…O how this poor mother prays.

© Glenys Robyn Hicks

“Bear one another burdens and so fulfill the law of Christ” Galatians 6:2 
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