Friday, 16 October 2015


This painting depicts the heroic midwife, Puah, following her interview with Pharaoh as described in Exodus 1:15-16.  Pharaoh commanded Puah and Shiphrah to play a key part in his plan to destroy the children of Israel, by instructing them to kill all Hebrew male children at birth.  Puah and Shiphrah were, therefore, forced to choose between fear of God and fear of man.  Their decision would affect the entire Israelite nation for good or ill, and also affect their own lives.  Nonetheless, these two valiant women, "feared God, and did not as the King commanded them, but saved the men children alive" (Exodus 1:17).

The viewer sees Puah, here, as she makes this vital decision between good and evil.  Her countenance evidences her concern, but her resolute choice to do what is right despite her fears is mirrored in her confident posture.  Despite peril, she is quietly courageous, looking forward with faith and trust in the Lord.  She and Shiphrah nobly choose to serve the Lord, just as the prophet Joshua firmly declared almost 150 years later, that, "as for me and my house, we will serve the Lord" (Joshua 24:15).  Puah's choice saved countless lives and enabled the children of Israel to "wax very mighty" (Exodus 1:20).

Shiphrah and Puah were not left to face evil alone, however.  The Biblical account tells us that because the women feared God, He "dealt well with the midwives" and "made them houses" (Exodus 1:20-21).  Shiphrah and Puah were also blessed with an inspired answer for Pharaoh regarding their inability to carry out his commands (see Exodus 1:19).  Consequently, Pharaoh spared their lives.

Biblical scholars have endeavored to interpret what kind of blessing from Heaven's hand the word "houses" might indicate.  The Hebrew word used in verse 21 is bayith, possibly derived from the root banah (see Strong 20, 22).  Both words embody a variety of meanings which could combine to connote the repair or building up of a house, family, palace, or temple.  Whatever the precise blessing conferred by the Lord upon these faithful women, the words described above remind us of the blessings of eternal families, available in Holy Temples, where covenants "build up" and "repair" family ties so that they may last throughout eternity.  These blessings are available to those who, like Shiphrah and Puah, ignore evil's insidious invitations.  
A simplified semi-circular gold "pectoral" adorns Puah's throat and a white linen wrap falls in pleats at her shoulder.  Colorful rust and royal blue fabrics are also part of her costume.  All these elements combine the artist's interpretation of the Egyptian and Canaanite costuming depicted in a 14th century tomb painting from Thebes.  The sharp visual contrast created by the white wrap intentionally draws the viewer's eye immediately, to remind the viewer of Puah's purity and faith.

The Egyptian pillars behind the figure are incised with Egyptian hieroglyphics and echo ancient Egyptian architectural detailing.  They are, however, crumbling visibly.  Not only does this symbolize Pharaoh's fear of the loss of his political power due to the impending rise of the Israelite nation (see Exodus 1:7-10), it also represents the way in which our lives and futures crumble when we choose to serve man, rather than God.  The palm tree beyond the pillars, on the other hand, symbolizes the renewal of life and continuance afforded those who choose to serve the Lord.

BIBLIOGRAPHY Strong, James. The Exhaustive Concordance of the Bible. New York: Abingdon Press, 1890.  Choose you this day painting by Elspeth Young

Thursday, 24 September 2015


But the midwives feared God, and did not as the king of Egypt commanded them, but saved the men children alive. Exodus 1:17


Shiphrah and Puah were midwives among the Hebrews during the time of Moses. Pharaoh commanded these women to slay at birth the male children born to the Hebrews. Shiphrah and Puah, as recounted in Exodus 1, secretly refused to carry out the edict. In this painting, Shiphrah is a solitary figure surrounded not only by darkness, but by the loneliness in which an act of courage cloaks an individual. She holds a newborn babe, protecting the child from fear, darkness, and death. Her quiet caress enfolds the babe in love and hope, despite the void in which she and the child appear.

The scriptural account tells us that Shiphrah made the decision to defy Pharaoh because she feared God. Proverbs 14:26 tells us that "fear of the Lord is strong confidence: and his children shall have place of refuge." It is this confidence, borne of faith, that gives Shiphrah the courage to defy Pharaoh. Her righteousness in this moment, which surely tested her character and faithfulness, results in the Lord blessing she and Puah with "houses" (Exodus 1:21). Just as the Savior promises that He will "prepare a place" for His disciples (see John 14:2), a "place" was provided for these noble women because of their courage.


Light in the image does not come from anything the viewer can see. Consequently, as far as the viewer is concerned, the light could emanate from a candle or a lamp, or perhaps from a protective Providence. For just as Shiphrah holds the infant safe in the midst of peril, so it is Providence that stands in the void to light such unseen acts of quiet courage.

The almost minimalist treatment of Shiphrah's costume and adornment lends to the emphasis on her act of courage, rather than herself. The viewer's eye is drawn directly to the child and Shiphrah's tender expression, rather than to her appearance. Both midwife and child are bathed in a warm, ochre light, rather than a pale or silvery light, symbolising the watchful eye of the Lord and the rewards he had in store for these righteous women. by Elspeth Young

Saturday, 29 August 2015


Yesterday I sold my Nutri Bullet. It made wonderful smoothies but unfortunately they were too calcium oxylate intensive for me and I had the joy of passing five small stones in the short time I owned it..

I have had over 50 stones bi-laterally over the past 25 years. They have ranged in size from a pin head to the size of my thumbnail. 5 times I have had surgery to remove them. I had some of the stones analysed... they were found to be calcium oxylate bathed in uric acid. My blood tests showed too much uric acid in my blood (something that I was born with) I was put on Allupurinol which reduces the uric acid and stops the calcium oxylate binding together and forming crystalline stones.

I would recommend drinking enough fluids to keep your urine clear and seeing a doctor for testing of your blood. If you are unfortunate enough to pass a stone, try to catch it and take it to your doctor for analysis. And do accept injections of pain-relief- they dilate the ureters and help the stone pass.

If you have had one stone, you are likely to get another... and kidney stones tend to run in families. My twin sister gets them, my brother and one of my sons...

Diet should be low in red meat. Certain foods such as celery and rhubarb are loaded with calcium oxylate, so go easy on these!  Likewise all you Aussies who love Vegemite, go easy on that as the yeast is full of purines which promote uric acid production.... also for a lot of Aussies (though I hope not my readers here), go easy on beer as well for the same reason.  Kidney stone makers often get gout as well... uric acid levels are high... and if you drink vegetable intensive smoothies and make stones, you may do well to go easy on them...

© Glenys Robyn Hicks

Where no counsel [is], the people fall: but in the multitude of counsellors [there is] safety. Proverbs 11:14

Monday, 20 July 2015


When I am in a flare of fibromyalgia or lupus, keeping clean can be a difficult chore. But it is important that we try to keep ourselves dainty and I have learned a few things that help...

Bathing and drying and dressing exhaust me, I vary my time in taking a bath depending on how well I feel.  If I have enough spoons/energy, I will bathe in the morning, if not I will take a shower before bed as Chris is home and he helps me get dried and into my nightie. (When you are chronically ill, you quickly get over being humbled by needing assistance- you are grateful for any help available.)

When I have a really bad day, I don't bathe as such. Instead, I find it helps to at least wash my face, and use a baby wipe on my body paying particular attention to my body folds..  and then I brush my teeth. Sometimes I don't even remove my nightie, but just do a quick APC (armpits and crotch) That done, I spray on some anti-perspirant. It doesn't take much energy or time and makes one feel refreshed. With my polymyalgia rheumatica and arthritis, it is hard to raise my arms to brush my hair so I keep it short..

Lately I have not been taking showers as the water on my skin actually hurts. Instead I have been taking a bath. Because hot water elevates blood pressure, and also makes the heart pound, causing angina, I make the bath warm. It also stops nosebleeds by not having the water too hot. I get quite a few of them, made worse by the blood-thinners I take daily.

Work out what's best for you, but try to keep dainty in a flare. It helps us psychologically to know we are clean, and helps avoid skin and yeast infections common with some illnesses such as diabetes. And if you are diabetic, make sure you dry between your toes and get someone to check for ulcers or sores...

That's another good reason for staying dainty everyday, not just in a flare!

"But you, when you fast, anoint your head and wash your face, Matthew 6:17

Saturday, 11 July 2015

Going through the motions of wellness

Now that the funeral of my ex-husband is over I find that my body has wilted. I am not sure if it is a flare of my fibromyalgia/Lupus or just weaning off prednisolone or the stress that the last week has brought.

Whatever, I have only managed to go to the chemist today. No housework at all except cooking for us.  I am feverishly counting spoons because tomorrow I want enough energy to go to church. I couldn't go to the prayer meeting last night, but God willing, I will go to the pre-service prayer meeting tomorrow.

I will be taking pain-killers before I go and will employ some makeup to create a look of wellness. And I will be praying for God's strength because I just know tomorrow I will wake up feeling blah.

This is not negativity speaking but knowledge of the old broken vessel of a body that is mine until Glory. But, with His help, I will be able to attend.

So, on a wing and a prayer, and lots of Revlon, I should be able to make it. We Sacrificial Home Keepers are excellent at going through the motions of wellness.

Warm gentle hugs, Glenys

God is my strength and power: and he maketh my way perfect. 2 Samuel 22:33

Friday, 3 July 2015


This morning my ex-husband died suddenly but peacefully at his home. We were married for 25 years and it was not a marriage made in heaven. In fact, he gave me 25 years of hell, which he himself confessed after our eventual divorce.

God has been preparing me for this day, in fact He brought my ex-husband to desire my forgiveness, which he got. 

Not only did I forgive him but the day he had risky heart surgery a few months ago, I led my grandchildren, who I was minding in praying for him.  

Why am I sharing with you? you ask. Because I see God's loving Hand in preparing me for this day, which He knows would have the capacity to tear me apart.  You cannot endure such hatred aimed at you, mingled with regret at what wasn't to be, and to bear someone 4 children, without feeling anguished. But I am not.

We made our peace that day three years ago at my son-in-law's 30th birthday. Knowing him as well as I do, I knew he was asking for my forgiveness without actually voicing it, and he sensed that he got it as he was welcomed to have tea at our daughters' home when she was recovering from surgery and I was looking after her.

When she later told him that I had prayed for his surgery, she said he was pleased. He was many things, but stupid wasn't one of them. He knew he was forgiven..

Today, I am sad of course.  I never wished him to die, and I am anguished to hear my children and grandchildren cry. But I am also filled with love for my LORD because I can see His loving Hand in preparing my heart for today.  Especially with my present health problems too. 

I chose to forgive, prayed for my enemy and received the peace that passes all understanding. But more importantly, I stand in awe of God's  love and protection for me. Thanks to His guidance, I have nothing to feel guilty about and can truly be at peace as I serve and love our grieving children.

© Glenys Robyn Hicks

For he shall have judgment without mercy, that hath shewed no mercy; and mercy rejoiceth against judgment. James 2:13

Tuesday, 23 June 2015


This morning I slept in. Usually the alarm rings at 6am and I get up and get Chris off to work.  But last night, I laid his clothes out for him, filled the tea kettle and left him to get himself ready. 

It's not the norm, but neither is my bout of fatigue and pain. This is one humdinger of a fibromyalgia flare if it is one.

I say if it is, because I am experiencing crippling joint pain and feel feverish.  For years, there has been debate amongst rheumatologists as to whether I have Lupus. I have many markers, including antiphospholipid syndrome (sticky blood), and my ANA+ has tripled in 12 months.

So far my diagnosis is connective tissue disease, unspecified auto immune disease and fibromyalgia. But I think more blood tests may be in order. I have never had such joint pain as this.  Plus I need to see if my thyroid meds are doing the job. I am exhausted. Constantly. I wake up with no spoons at all.

On the plus side, I set myself a goal of folding all the clean washing that was piled in our walk in robe. It was a mammoth task with frequent breaks. But I managed to do it, and it has given me some satisfaction.

I have cooked a fried rice dish that Chris likes and unless he cleans the kitchen for me, it will get done tomorrow when I come back from my doctor appointment.

First thing on my list of requests after checking my blood pressure will be a check to see why my joints are all swelling up at the same time. It can't just be ageing.   It's extremely painful and is probably why my BP won't come down.

 I would be happy if I could just get a respite from being in pain. I just wish it would show its face so I know what I am fighting..

© Glenys Robyn Hicks

God blesses those who patiently endure testing and temptation. Afterward, they will receive the  crown of life that God has promised to those who love Him. James 1:12

Monday, 22 June 2015


These last few weeks have been difficult to say the least and as I sit here this Monday morning my body's aching and my fingers are throbbing with arthritis. 

I feel every day of my 62 years and wonder how I am going to cope with another decade or so that I probably have left of life.  My house is in need of a good tidy, and not the type that Teresa, my friend and home helper can do either.

There is washing to fold and put away, dishes to put in the dishwasher, cat kibbles to clear up from when the cats fought over the same dish of food. And their litter tray in the garage needs emptying. As I said, not stuff Teresa does.

I have had someone add a horrid caption to one of my pictures on Pinterest leading back to my other blog and I have had to delete my Board for it and redistribute my pins to other ones. I am stressing that readers have thought that I posted it. My stats have dropped considerably. Damage done I think.

Yesterday was a prayer meeting for people involved in the launch of our new Baptist church in two weeks. I literally forced myself to go as I am one of those people. Midway in prayer, I forgot a word I was searching for in prayer (anointing... it was.) and the air hung in pregnant silence. It was embarrassing, but my mind is suffering fibro brain fog and I don't look sick, so I didn't mention it.

I am so over being ill. Striving to be normal sucks. I am depressed. I admit it. And today, writing this, I feel like throwing in the towel.  If you feel led, please pray for me. God feels far away today... I  am in a hard place...

© Glenys Robyn Hicks

In my distress I called upon the LORDto my God I cried for help. From his temple he heard my voice,and my cry to him reached his ears. Psalm 18:12

Sunday, 14 June 2015


I have a condition linked to fibromyalgia which is called dermagraphia or skin writing. My skin is super sensitive and if there is any pressure whatsoever on it, I come up in red welts like hives. And it is super itchy and hot to the touch. In fact, I look like I have been whipped when I am dressing after a bath or shower. And that is just getting dry.

Dermagraphia was in fact the clincher for my rheumatologist in diagnosing my fibromyalgia. Red welts appeared over my shoulders and at the back of my neck where she pressed lightly to gauge if I had pain in the typical pressure points. "Ah, you have dermagraphia! You definitely have fibromyalgia!" she said. It was the day of the diagnosis, a lead up to three years of tests and endless doctors' visits. 

There is nothing I need do when I get the welts coming up. I can use a soothing lotion but it will calm down by itself in about 30 minutes.

I jokingly invite Chris to write his name across my doesn't hurt, It is a nuisance more than a pain, but it sure makes a good party trick! 

© Glenys Robyn Hicks

"For I the LORD thy God will hold thy right hand, saying unto thee, Fear not; I will help thee. " Isaiah 41:13

Monday, 8 June 2015


This picture reminds me of Chris and I in the kitchen... I often can be washing the dishes and he will come behind me for a cuddle.. I still blush and giggle like a school girl!  I usually go weak at the knees when he kisses the back of my neck, and I turn around and kiss him passionately.  Finally, we break away, breathless with romance and laughter!  Most times, he then pitches in and helps me finish washing up.

This little dalliance of ours to us is quite romantic and that coupled with the fact that Chris helps me with the dishes, makes me feel nurtured and happy- it doesn't take a lot for me! Which is good, because money is short for a lot of flowers and chocolates.

We do go out together for meals whenever we can salt away a little money.  Nothing too expensive, but we bring our own ambiance!  Just looking into each others' eyes and holding hands over the table reminds us of our early days together and keeps us focused on each other.  Truly, we do adore each other.

Because money is in short supply, and because we constantly laugh together and cuddle often, we feel that special occasions such as Christmas, birthdays and Valentines' Day aren't necessary to show affection and love. We in fact, do not buy gifts for these for each other. And it is perfectly fine with us. We do, however look at our wedding photos and reminisce a lot on our anniversary or any other date significant to us...

I think it may be the fact that we are an older married couple that makes it easier to see romance in ways that younger couples don't.  With age and ill health, both Chris and I prefer a bubble bath at home with a good back wash and nail trims or a foot or back massage.  We do that for each other on a regular basis. To us, nurture is romance!

Chris loves me bringing his breakfast into him in the morning. This to him is romantic and although his not buying me presents and sending me cards may seem that he is an unromantic man, nothing could be further from the truth.  He sings to me! We have some special songs that he says were written just for us, and he will play them on the computer, and take me in his arms and croon to me as we dance slowly round the living room.

Because I am often in hospital, Chris shows his care by staying with me most of the day until visiting hours are over, just stroking my hair and holding my hand. Or he will come with our laptop and headphones for me. My heart melts with love for him.  We can't stand to be away from each other.

Illness, medications, no spoons and age have curtailed our times of intimacy, but we manage to show love to each other in ways that are imaginative, erotic and very caring.  There is absolutely no thoughts of unmet needs- love can be expressed in ways other than full sexual intercourse, and we delight in each other regardless! If sex happens, it's a bonus!

So we don't care about no presents or cards for Christmas, or birthdays or Valentines' Day-  with the romantic sparks that still fly between us, and our little dalliances, every day is Valentines' Day. 

I thank God for Chris as I am one very blessed wife, and I tell him often.... he finds that very romantic too!

© Glenys Robyn Hicks

Likewise, husbands, live with your wives in an understanding way, showing honor to the woman as the weaker vessel, since they are heirs with you of the grace of life ... 1 Peter 3:7  this post has been written with my husbands' permission.

Sunday, 7 June 2015


I often have trouble walking, and it's not because I can't. It is a combination of things that see me gasping and unable to progress. 

My gait is OK, but as soon as I go for a walk or try to shop, my muscles in my back spasm, my heart pains me and I get breathless. I need to stop, find a seat and dose myself with nitroglycerin spray under my tongue and if I am wheezing with asthma, I use my inhaler. It's not much fun, especially when I feel well enough and have the spoons to actually go shopping. 

Chris and I have found a way around this problem. I use either a wheel chair or a motorised scooter that I can hire from the Concierge at the Shopping Centre. I even have a card that I just present when I go. It makes hiring it easier.

At supermarkets, I find if I actually push the shopping trolley, that it gives me the support for my back muscles that I need. And for walking when I can for exercise, I have a walker.

I used to balk at using mobility aids, but now I have accepted that I need them, I find we can still go shopping and enjoy ourselves. You have to work with what you have.

Another reason I am using the walker around the block is that I need to keep walking or else I will find that I can't.  I am hoping that after I have the heart stents put in, that I will be able to build my strength up again and not need them. But meanwhile I have to keep working at lowering my blood pressure and sugars and hopefully clear the brain fog.

Meanwhile, I thank God that we have them available here. And at least I can always find a seat.

© Glenys Robyn Hicks

She girds herself with strength, and strengthens her arms.  Proverbs 31:17

Tuesday, 2 June 2015


Night time has proven to be a difficult time for Chris and I.  We both have problems sleeping and often we keep each other awake.

Chris has osteoarthritis in his hips and shoulder and finds it hard to drop off to sleep. His legs are restless and jumpy and painful he often suffers from bad calf muscle cramps. It is not unusual for me to find him making himself a cup of tea in the middle of the night because he can't sleep. Plus we both have sleep apnea.

But more often than that, it is I who makes it hard for him. I usually go to bed full of pain and can't really get to sleep unless Chris rubs my back. He is very good like that and I usually get to sleep quickly. However, I grind my teeth in my sleep, stop breathing for about a minute, and snore. 

My medications cause GORD which has resulted in me having aspiration pneumonia and left me with asthma. I often wake up unable to breathe, and need to use my inhaler. My blood-thinners Clopidogrel and aspirin (for my stents in my heart to stay open and for antiphospholipid syndrome), cause me to have nosebleeds in my sleep as well.  Poor Chris is often disturbed again with this. So we are not good night time company.

Obviously, not all these things happen every night, but a good lot do and we have often considered sleeping in separate rooms. However, I have a problem with that because I love cuddles and sex if it happens, and I love sleeping in Chris's arms until I drop off to sleep. It has been our custom for the 17 years we have been married.

So we have worked out a strategy for staying close, yet sleeping separately. Chris will come to bed with me, and when I am asleep, he will come out to sleep by himself if he can't drop off.  We haven't actually got another bedroom set up in our new small house, so Chris sleeps in the recliner rocker. 

We are very passionate with each other and very demonstrative and we often sit watching TV holding hands. So there is no problem with closeness. And there is no problem with sleeping separately for the most part.

This situation is not ideal, but when chronic illness threatens to deprive others of their needed rest, something has to be done. We don't see any harm coming into our marriage through separate rooms, in fact, we think under the circumstances, it would enhance it...sometimes you just have to be separate.

© Glenys Robyn Hicks

"When thou liest down, thou shalt not be afraid: yea, thou shalt lie down, and thy sleep shall be sweet. ” Proverbs 3:24

Saturday, 30 May 2015


Over the years I have spent a lot of time in hospitals with Scheuermann's disease, a spinal disease which caused bad back problems. Whilst spending 2 weeks at a time in traction, flat on my back and unable to move at all, the days would drag out so slowly and my thoughts would naturally turn to home.

In the morning, I would look at my watch and note that it was time for my children to be getting ready for school and I would wonder if their father or grandmother had everything under control and if the children were buying their lunch at the school canteen or taking a cut lunch. Were they missing me? I missed them. Terribly. And as I felt my eyes fill, I knew that I would give anything to be with them, looking after my own household.

Now this was a strange thing to think because I have to be honest and say that I often had suffered from a dislike of homemaking in my younger years and I can remember saying on occasion that I would rather be working outside the home than being trapped there, doing endless loads of washing and changing little bottoms, wiping little noses and washing floors!

But as the long weeks dragged on, punctuated only by bedpans and meals, I realised that life has a way of making us think of those things that truly matter. And as I watched the nurse close the drapes, heralding another long night of snoring patients and torchlight visits by nurses checking on my legs and feet, my heart would almost break longing to be home in my own bed surrounded by my family.

I would fall asleep dreaming and planning of changes that I would make as soon as I got home- ways that I could be a better wife, mother and homemaker. And as soon as the nurse came in at 6am throwing the drapes apart and bringing in the morning medications, my mind would turn to planning new homemaking schedules and better routines and I would find myself pining to be mistress of my home once again.

Sometimes I think God brings things into our lives so that we may learn from them. In my case, my enforced bed rest made me re-evaluate my life and realise that I had the best of life already. Until my back problems, I didn’t really enjoy my role as homemaker- I loved being a wife and mother- but housework- forget it! It took a few bouts of traction to get me to be still long enough to really consider that which is truly important.

And as I finally healed of the disease that ate away all the discs in my lower back, I not only regained my physical strength, but my spiritual strength. For God not only healed my back, but my attitudes. I resumed my homemaking duties with gusto and enthusiasm. I was thankful for the valuable lesson learned-that it is a blessing to be able to be the mistress of your own home- and that you never know what you have, until it’s gone!

© Glenys Robyn Hicks

So teach [us] to number our days, that we may apply [our] hearts unto wisdom.  Psalm 90:12

Wednesday, 27 May 2015


I have recently read Debi Pearl's book "Created To Be His Help Meet" Frankly, I think the book is scripturally unsound and borders on demeaning and insulting to women. What Debi Pearl says about the sick wife is just one area where I find a lack of compassion and an almost mysogynistic outlook. Here is what she says:

"being pitiful, hurt, discouraged and even sickly is one side of a “bad marriage” coin. Men in general (your husband in particular), are repulsed by women who project this image. A man’s spirit tells him his woman is rejecting him manipulating him when she regularly manifests a broken spirit, and he will react in anger.”
As a woman who suffers from illnesses that cause chronic pain and fatigue, I am so overjoyed to report that my husband doesn’t treat me as a faulty appliance which causes him great anger, but he cherishes me and tries to alleviate my suffering on bad days by sharing in my tasks and closing an eye to that which can’t be done on any particular day. After all, we promised to love each other in sickness and in health. Isn’t that type of commitment what God wants in marriage? So this chapter got me thanking God for the blessing of a husband who puts me first when I need it.

We sacrificial home keepers have enough on our plates already: trying to cope with our illness, be a good wife and mother and run our home. We often deal with disbelieving family members when the illness is an invisible illness like fibromyalgia and chronic fatigue. Most likely you too have thought, like I do, that sometimes it would be easier to have an illness or disability that is highly visible rather than endure snide remarks about laziness and so on as we battle on.

Debi and Michael Pearl lack compassion, empathy and love. In my opinion, they lack many Christlike attributes that are the hallmark of a Christian. To put such a heavy yoke onto a sick woman's shoulders is to cause her added stress and anxiety. It is not the way of Christ.

I believe that the majority of sick women fight a courageous battle and do an overwhelmingly good job of being a Help meet to their husband. They are usually the hardest on themselves for they want to do that which their healthier Sisters do and they often fail. They do not need the likes of some author (Christian or not), putting the boot in and blaming them for their husbands' anger and spiritual unease. Nor do they need to be made anxious about their marriage.

Over the years, I have observed marriages where the wife is ill and I have seen that the majority of husbands are not as Debi Pearl claims. They love their wife and usually do all they can to support her in her homemaking efforts. They bring their children in line and demand that they take their mothers' health into consideration.

This is the love Christ wants for us, not the "love" portrayed by Debi Pearl. We would do well to reject her ideas on the sick spouse and to thank God that we have the Holy Spirit to lead us into Truth. He is indeed our Comforter

© Glenys Robyn Hicks

And Jesus went forth, and saw a great multitude, and was moved with compassion toward them, and he healed their sick. Matthew 14:14


None of us is immune to trials and tribulation. This week has seen a few trials overtake me that have rocked me to the core...

One is Chris. He has had an abnormal ECG following chest pain and angina that settles after Anginine under the tongue. There is some residual damage from a heart scare about 3 years ago, wherein he was discharged from hospital after being told all was well. Obviously, it wasn't. Chris is having another test today, a stress test.  We will know more after that. 

Then yesterday I was told that one of my beloved grandchildren has Tourettes Syndrome. Mild. But. Wow! A super grand whammy to the parents and myself. This came a day after my mother was taken to hospital with a suspected stroke and heart pain. She was discharged and told to rest. But I know she won't and the stress with her is disabling in itself...

With my illnesses, namely heart disease and fibromyalgia and polymyalgia rheumatica, the stress has culminated in a flare up of ill health. I am in considerable pain. The Pit of Despair is looming, but I don't want to go there.  

After the initial whammy blow yesterday, I clung to the LORD. And I can say that He truly soothed my soul.  In faith, I am believing that Chris will be OK.  And even if he too needs stents like me, well at least he too got a warning that all was not well instead of just dropping dead. 

My grandchild is very clever and will be able to lead a normal life. Our main task will be educatiing family, friends, peers and teachers about it so that the child is accepted and not made to feel foolish or inferior.  

My mother didn't have a stroke or a problem with her pacemaker. She had a bladder infection and gastritis. With rest and medication, she will recover. . 

The Pit of Despair was looming yesterday and was open wide last night when I went to bed. But I sought the LORD and He ministered to me in a mighty way.  In all this, I was able to thank Him and focus on that which is good. 

There is much to be done today as I face another busy day at home, and although I have been refreshed in spirit, my body is a different matter.  I just can't seem to stop it from going in flare up mode even after I have been comforted. The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak. At least I know that God knows how I am struggling at the moment, and has compassion on me. 

I have found that focusing on God's goodness and love is an important step when trials and adversity overcome me. Without Him, I would not be able to function at all.  I am so glad for our Saviour and the prayers of the Saints.  

Speaking of which, please hold us all up in prayer. I so appreciate it. Together we can give thanks. But whatever befalls me: this I know, God is good! 

© Glenys Robyn Hicks

These things I have spoken unto you, that in me ye might have peace. In the world ye shall have tribulation: but be of good cheer; I have overcome the world.  John 16:33

Tuesday, 26 May 2015


The Proverbs 31 woman is an example of a godly wife. It's not something we are going to be able to do all at once and for some of us, we may never accomplish all she did. But I believe emulating her example is a good thing. We have to have a goal. If you aim for nothing, you are always going to hit it. I used to get up real early, about 4.30 to get my husband off to work. I would have my quiet time then before my 4 children would wake up.

20 years ago when illness came in. I don't sleep well and wake up in lots of pain and I find if I try to get into the Word the fibro fog makes it impossible to focus. I don’t glean much from the Word and my prayers are disjointed. I put on some praise and worship music and just thank the LORD for giving some sleep and so on. After a hot shower and breakfast, I can study the Word and pray better. I think anyone with an illness or pregnant, or who has had a sleepless night with a sick child etc, has to be realistic and in tune with their body. She has to know what her own limitations are and modify what is an excellent goal to achieve it.

My modified morning routine now works better for me. And let's face it, any time is a good time to be in the Word! We all have to work out when it is best for us....then do it. My time of choice would be early mornings though. But I have had to learn to modify things in order to achieve them. And later is better than never! I believe that for all of us women trying to live a godly life, the Proverbs 31 woman is a guide of what to strive for. Even if we can't achieve all she has done (and you will notice that she achieved this over seasons of her life- not all at once!), still our hearts will be in the right place.

If women look at the whole picture with the view of doing it all NOW or not modifying it for themselves, they will most likely give up and not even try to emulate her example. Sometimes there are unresolved heart issues that the LORD has to work through with some women who won’t even try to emulate the Proverbs 31 woman. Not even with modifications. It may take some time until they are convinced that this holy calling in their lives is truly for their own good and contentment. Sometimes it takes a lot of washing with the Word before the soil of the world is cleared out of some women's eyes. They just need encouragement as God works in their lives.

© Glenys Robyn Hicks

‘She girds herself with strength, and strengthens her arms.’ Proverbs 31:17

Sunday, 24 May 2015


There was a time when I fought taking medicines. It was at a time when the sermons were about what you say is what you get. Claiming your healing in Jesus' Name and getting healed: if you didn't, you lacked the faith to make it so. I now believe that this is unbalanced teaching and do not follow it. However, at the time it made me feel very guilty about taking my medicine.

I do believe that God heals today. And I do believe that faith can make you well. But I have lived long enough with chronic illness to know that this doesn't happen all the time and that most times our prayer should be "if it is Thy will, please heal me!" Faith teachings often miss the fact that God is God! His Will may not be an immediate healing...I don't know why: I just know that I must accept my health as being in His Will. To struggle against this is to make yourself worse through faulty and negative thinking. We are called to walk in faith, not by sight.

In those years, I felt extremely guilty because I suffered from depression that was caused by a chemical imbalance. I tried many times to come off my tablets, usually after a healing crusade, and I fell- straight into the Pit of Despair. This fall often required more medication than before to get me to the place of health I was in when I thought I had been healed. And it took many many weeks of feeling awful before they kicked in again. Not a good place to be.

As I grew in my faith and relinquished my health to the LORD, I acquired many more medications. All of them are vitally important to keep my heart functioning, my blood pressure normal, my cholesterol down, to prevent my kidneys from making kidney stones and to regulate my underactive thryoid. Not to mention other things to keep my eyes from drying out and to minimise the pain of fibromyalgia and back problems and to reduce the gastric acid that some medications cause. And of course, the anti-depressants to normalise my neuro-transmitters.

Once I would have held these tablets in my hand and fought taking them. Not any more. I now adopt a spirit of gratitude as I take my medications, for without them I would not be alive for very long. I feel that my medications are a gift from God to allow me to love and serve Him a little longer here and now. Life is after all, God's Will and I am grateful for each new day.

I believe that God gave man the ability to make medications and that ensuring a better quality of life is in God's Will. For Christ came to give us abundant life. Laying in a sick bed with angina and pain is not an abundant life.

I would urge you to have a rethink about your medicines if you have been told that they aren't in God's Will for you. Try to adopt a glad and grateful attitude as you take them. Rejoice that you live in a place in the world where they are available and be glad. Joy and life are in the Will of God, or else why would we see Christ healing many ill and afflicted people? He told us He came to do the Will of His Father!

May you be well, no matter what it takes and may we bless the LORD together for His goodness to us!

© Glenys Robyn Hicks

How God anointed Jesus of Nazareth with the Holy Ghost and with power: who went about doing good, and healing all that were oppressed of the devil; for God was with him. Acts 10:38
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