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


  1. I totally agree that you don't completely know what you've got till it's gone. Now that my children are grown and are no longer at home, I look back on my homemaking days and wish that I had enjoyed it more when my girls were small. They are both excellent homemakers, so I must have done something right! I'm so sorry that you've had to endure so much illness and pain. Thank you for this insightful blog post.

    1. Oh Rosemary, I hear you! I feel the same. It's sad to realise that you miss those years so much, when at the time you often were so busy and tired that you sometimes wished them away! But, the fruit of the pudding is in the tasting, and it looks like you taught your girls well...and now you can perhaps help them enjoy the years with their children more with this insight. Thanks for commenting today. Blessings!

  2. My man has chronic disease and has dealt with pain all of his life. He has spent quite a bit of time in hospitals himself and was the one who taught me this lesson. Also, my father died when he was just 53 so I learned very young to be grateful for what I have. I am glad that you find so much joy in your blessings.

    1. My father also died young- 50. That is one reason that I celebrate each year of life- it is a blessing! Thanks for commenting today, Blessings!

  3. Thanks be to our Lord Jesus Christ for second chances. I'm glad you get another one. You've made me think today.

    Please drop by and say hello!

    Laura of Harvest Lane Cottage

  4. Thank you for those kind words, Stephanie. Sometimes I don't feel like I am shining much light. It encourages me that you think so.. Blessings!

  5. Oh Glenys they must have been hard times, but praise the Lord that He used them to change your heart and make you realise what a wonderful role motherhood and wife hood is. I am glad that he has healed you of that disease and I appreciate you sharing this part of your journey with us at Good Morning Mondays. It has made me think today. Blessings


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