Friday, 17 November 2017


Goodnight, my Dear,” I whispered
As I turned out the light-
Asleep, you didn’t hear me,
My words were lost in the night.
My sighs joined your soft breathing
As you slumbered by my side-
Another chance of forgiveness
Would again be denied.

I tried to tell you this morning
That I didn’t mean what I said,
But you pouted and turned away-
I spoke to the back of your head.
I’ve searched my heart for comfort
And words to bring us both some peace,
But you will not let me say them,
And it’s causing us both grief.

As I toss and turn beside you
I have turned to God to pray
For a chance of asking forgiveness
And that you won’t just turn away.
I know the morning will soon be here
And I don’t want the brand new day
To bring more grief and misunderstanding
Like what we have suffered here today.

I am going to have to talk to you now,
As I have wanted to all day long-
For the longer we let this hurt go,
The harder it will be to get along.
So please remember now my Dear
That God wants us to be as one
And to never keep an argument going
After the setting of the sun.

 © Glenys Robyn Hicks

“Be ye angry, and sin not: let not the sun go down upon your wrath” Ephesians 4:26

Wednesday, 15 November 2017


As I mentioned, we have just had a referendum on whether the laws for marriage should be changed to allow same sex couples to marry. We now have the results of those votes...
Chris and I voted No as we believe it is against God's Word, however, 79% of Australians voted YES. Although this does not change the Marriage Act of 1961- yet, it is a hair's breadth off being passed. We are not happy about it.
It is not about homophobia. We are not. But it is about calling clean what God has said is unclean. We will never vote for the sanctity of marriage to be inclusive of same sex couples.
Same sex couples have the same rights under the law as married couples any way. But to dishonour marriage by "marrying" one of the same sex is going too far in my opinion. It violates nature and puts children brought into the relationship at risk of never knowing who their father was and what having a father is like.

We must pray for our country as the die for God's judgement has been cast. The majority of people who voted YES will reap their reward as God takes His Hand of blessing off us. And the minority who love Him will be swept along in the tide..
I know days like these have been prophesied, but it still is difficult to swallow that the majority of Aussies view homosexuality as a right and marriage between gays to be included as a right to ensure gay people are happy...
That's what is paramount in importance in today's world- personal happiness, even if it means shaking one's fist in God's Face and telling Him that He does not know what's best for His creation... Maranatha. Come quickly, Lord!

© Glenys Robyn Hicks

Know ye not that the unrighteous shall not inherit the kingdom of God? Be not deceived: neither fornicators, nor idolaters, nor adulterers, nor effeminate, nor abusers of themselves with mankind.. 1 Corinthians 6:9

Sunday, 12 November 2017


It is  48 years since  the stillbirth of my identical twin girls, Sarah Robyn and Ruth Glenys Urbani.  They  arrived in Heaven on the 10th November 1969 although it wasn't until 12th November that labour set in and they were born. They were 32 weeks gestation.

Over the years I have blamed myself for not knowing that something was wrong, but I had just turned 16 and didn't know much about pregnancy.  I wasn't sure how often I should be feeling a baby kick- the only thing I was sure about was that I wanted to be the best mother I could possibly be. My child would be loved!

Devastated and not knowing why my babies had died in utero, I blamed the doctor who was supposedly looking after me.... he didn't treat my kidney infection adequately- and that was what eventually killed my babies.  I also blamed my mother for not telling me more about childbirth and leaving me in ignorance- perhaps with a little knowledge, I could have gone to the hospital when I didn't feel movement.  Perhaps they could have given me antibiotics and saved the girls...

Not knowing that God was loving, I was too scared to approach Him for help in my grief... as a pregnant bride at 16, I was sure that He was punishing me by taking my babies. And I blamed my father, who in an alcoholic state on finding out about my pregnancy, cursed me and my baby, telling me he hoped I suffered badly when I gave birth.  He got his wish.

The blame game was pretty rife through out my pregnancy actually.  Dad drank himself into a stupor  which resulted in him having his first heart attack. He was forbidden by doctors to come to my wedding. My uncle gave me away. And Dads'  mother blamed me and didn't come to our wedding.  I had no one to love me for my new husband started his violence as soon as he placed the wedding ring on my finger...I had no one except my baby to love me... as it turned out, my babies...

I think the hardest thing in my life was leaving the hospital empty-handed. I never got to see my twins and was simply answered a terse "No"  when I asked if they were deformed...the nursing staff were horrid to me.

I arrived home to cry over the bassinette waiting in the bedroom and I cried afresh when I opened the music box that played Brahms Lullaby... which I often had played, fantasising about my coming child while I waited endlessly for my husband to come home to fill my long days at home alone.... I so looked forward to being busy with a baby.... and not so lonely.

My breasts ached with milk and I expressed them to make myself comfortable, feeling that I still had some connection to my babies.  I had nothing to show that they had existed except my milk and stretch marks and all I could do was name them and hold them forever in my heart.

No one else wanted to acknowledge that they had even existed.  No one helped me in my grief. Not even my husband, who insisted in the delivery room that I go to work.... I turned my face to the wall and cried in deep draughts that came from wells within me that broke and never really stopped flowing....

I hated myself for not even being able to carry my babies, my depression turned inward. I was convinced that I was evil because of the jealousy I felt on seeing a pregnant woman or a woman with a baby. ..Oh, I had more children and I love them fiercely, but the wells of grief still overtake me some days.

Each baby's face of both my newborn children and grandchildren is scrutinised, wondering if Sarah or Ruth's hair would have had the same little cowslick and if they were black haired or auburn like my firstborn child and youngest grandchild.  I never got to know if it were so or.... to see... to touch... to say hello and goodbye.....

48 years is a long time to grieve, but I guess I will always grieve for the babies who came into the world unwanted and unloved by all but me.and the LORD- for now I have met the LORD and  I know that I will see them in glory,  for I have found salvation and peace in a God Who grieves with me and helps console me in the most difficult of days of depression....

Stillbirth is a perpetual post-natal depression that time doesn't really heal.

© Glenys Robyn Hicks

Cast your cares upon the Lord, for he careth for you. I Peter 5:7


I was minding my three young grandchildren the other morning. It was a very early start at 4am with all three children waking up at 5am as soon as their parents left for the airport. I decided to feed them early in hopes that they would go back to bed.... As the children told me what they wanted to have for breakfast, I listened to the chatter...

"Jess, you can't have Weeties, too many carbs!" "No, Liam! I am allowed bacon and eggs: Mum said I can have that cos it's got no carbs, and I'm on a fat and no carb diet!" I had to referee a fight over Jess not taking sugar in her tea whilst Liam piled his on his cereal....he is not on a diet! In fact, he could gain a pound or 2, whereas Jess takes after her Nana...ahem! Yes, life could be so unfair! Sighing, I glanced at the clock: 5:45 am and the day was still young!

Getting a bottle for Thomas, I smiled to myself: he is too young to care what goes into his bottle and he accepted it with his characteristic grin and good nature (except for this morning at 5am's outburst of horror as he realised that Mum had gone. But I digress)...Catching the morning's Nutritional Goodness theme, I mentally made a note of calcium benefits for him.

It was then time for me to have breakfast and I found myself staring blankly into the pantry, trying to keep awake. As my hand reached out for the Sugar Frosties, Liam piped up with, "Hey, Nan, they're full of sugar: are you allowed to have sugar? Sugar's not good for you: Mum said I can't have too much cos it makes me hyper!" I thought guiltily about my diabetes and I put it back!

Knowing that the smell of toast would be too much of a temptation for young Jessica to resist, I decided that I would forgo that this morning and instead I grabbed a tin of tuna as a high protein choice. But my little shadow informed me that his Mum had bought just enough tins for Dad's high protein/no carbs diet next week. Guilty again, I put it back in its place in line with the others in the pantry.

My stomach was growling by now and I was getting desperate for something to fill it. Better be something healthy today I thought with an inwards chuckle. Not wanting to be warned off anything else, I made myself a cup of tea without sugar and grabbed a piece of rye bread sans butter and slowly chewed on it...

The kids returned to bed and I crept back out into the kitchen: I don't care what my diet conscious grandchildren think: I just want some breakfast! I grabbed the sugar loaded cereal and put some sugar in my tea. What they don't know won't hurt them, but please don't tell their parents!

© Glenys Robyn Hicks

"A merry heart maketh a cheerful countenance: but by sorrow of the heart the spirit is broken" Proverbs 15:13

Thursday, 9 November 2017


So the plane starts getting towed away from the boarding gate as we begin our journey to England. The touch screens in front of us go back to screen saver mode with the Airlines logo and then go blank. In its' place is a video in Arabic/Indonesian and English, a long winded prayer asking their god to be merciful to us on the flight. It went on for about five long minutes...

After it had finished, I turned to Chris and said that I would be saying my own prayers. Which I did. But I was nevertheless impressed by the fact that prayers were said and that these people were not afraid to be zealous for their god. I remarked to Chris that it was a shame that we Christians were generally apathetic when it came to witnessing or standing up for our faith. He agreed.

I believe in sports as they promote community and keep kids out of trouble. But it is a sad fact that many people are more interested in their sporting idols and events than they are of anything to do with God. How I wish the enthusiasm shown at sporting events and horse or dog races could be channeled into evangelism and enthusiasm for the things of the LORD.

How much better would the world be if a faith of hope and love and forgiveness was practiced with as much gusto as these people of other faith practiced theirs. It made me dream of a world that was on fire with love of Christ and righteousness... and I wonder why we can't seem to bring ourselves to tell the Good News of Salvation to the world like they do for their god.... 

As we flew far above the earth, I marveled at the depth of God's love, and His creation, and His handiwork, and was thankful that in spite of our hesitancy to promote our faith as others do, God will have His way and reign as rightful King and God of all....

© Glenys Robyn Hicks

I am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the ending, saith the Lord, which is, and which was, and which is to come, the Almighty. Revelation 1:8

Wednesday, 8 November 2017


When I was a young Christian, I often found myself crying and feeling a deep internal pain when something touched my spirit. Worship, music or a sermon would touch me so deeply with its' peace but with it, pain and tears followed.  It was almost as if I didn't feel worthy enough to feel that peace and joy. 

I was very depressed at the time and the peace and wonder of it all was strange to me since I was feeling such gloom and negativity. In the end, I had to actually give myself permission to feel happy and peaceful. It took prayer and disciplining myself to bring my thoughts into the captivity or subjection of Christ. 

It also took training of my mind and self image to accept that God sent His Son to die for *me*... none of us is worthy to have Christ die for us... but through faith in Him, we can accept that Father God considers us worthy- not because of what *we* have done, but because of what *He* has done.... 

It is not unChrist-like to love yourself, because if you don't see yourself as lovable, you will never achieve the peace and comfort of being saved... You will be saved, but will miss out on the joy and peace of your salvation... 

I hope I have expressed it properly.... love yourself enough to accept God's view of you and then open up to the joy of your salvation...irregardless of how we *feel* though, we are saved and loved by a great God. 

© Glenys Robyn Hicks

Restore unto me the joy of thy salvation; and uphold me with thy free spirit. Psalm 51:12

Sunday, 5 November 2017


Life is a theatre - invite your audience carefully. Not everyone is holy enough and healthy enough to have a front row seat in our lives. There are some people in your life that need to be loved from a distance.

It's amazing what you can accomplish when you let go, or at least minimize your time with draining, negative, incompatible, not-going-anywhere relationships/friendships/fellowships!

Observe the relationships around you. Pay attention to:

Which ones lift and which ones lean?

Which ones encourage and which ones discourage?

Which ones are on a path of growth uphill and which ones are going downhill?

When you leave certain people, do you feel better or feel worse? Which ones always have drama or don't really understand, know and appreciate you and the gift that lies within you?

The more you seek God and the things of God the more you seek quality, the more you seek not just the hand of God but the face of God the more you seek things honorable the more you seek growth, peace of mind, love and truth around you, the easier it will become for you to decide who gets to sit in the FRONT ROW and who should be moved to the balcony of your life.

You cannot change the people around you...but you can change the people you are around! Ask God for wisdom and discernment and choose wisely the people who sit in the front row of your life.    author unknown

Blessings, Glenys 

The righteous should choose his friends carefully, for the way of the wicked leads them astray.  Proverbs 12:26

Friday, 3 November 2017


Chris and I have just returned from a trip to England to visit family. It was a lovely time wherein for three weeks we were treated like royalty and wined and dined by family and friends. But like all good things, it passed too quickly, and great a time as we had, little did we know, it was all going to go pear shaped pretty soon.

We had just arrived at Heathrow airport to start our journey home to Australia when a worker from Royal Brunei Airlines came up to us. She said that our connecting flight from Brunei to Melbourne had been cancelled and that we were to be put up in a Hotel in Brunei overnight and then continue the next evening onto Melbourne. Now this was very upsetting to all of us 30 or so people Melbourne bound, but there was nothing that we could do except suck it up and try to make the best of it... not so a man who we all came to call "Happy Jack"...

Now Happy was anything but. He walked with a cane and carried a rucksack, his only luggage. He had fetid breath, needed a shave and definitely needed a shower. He cottoned onto anyone who passed him and loudly bewailed his plight. He wanted justice. He wanted to take action. He wanted legal advice. He wanted reimbursement from the Brunei government for the taxes he would have to pay for all the duty free tobacco he had purchased. He wanted to take it to the Sultan himself! He wanted to sue Brunei Airlines. What I felt he wanted was a cool drink of water and a valium!

As soon as we were seated in the plane, Happy Jack immediately grabbed a hostess's attention and asked where he could get legal advice. He whined about waiting for half an hour for a wheel chair to the plane... there were ten of us needing wheel chair assistance to the plane... and he loudly declared that waiting that long wasn't good enough. Then, turning to Chris and I who were seated directly behind him, he gestured at me and winked conspiratorially at me as if I was collaborating in his complaint. I just shrugged my shoulders at the poor hostess and went red as it was embarrassing. She just smiled. I guess working with the public that she would encounter a lot of Happy Jacks.

When we finally disembarked at Brunei en route to our hotel,  Happy Jack could be heard outside the bus loudly castigating the bus driver for not pulling in closer to the kerb and for the steps of the bus being if the driver had them purposely built to thwart him. We felt relieved when he took a seat at the back of the bus. Everyone was looking drawn but it was slightly amusing to see the look of sheer relief when he passed them by and went to the back... bad humour effects everyone...

At the hotel, porters handled the luggage as we sat in the foyer waiting for our hotel room swipe cards. We were all rather razzed by the temperature- a balmy 30 degrees Celsius at 8pm with a humidity that slapped one in the face like a wet rag. We sat silently catching our breath when Happy Jack started yelling loudly that he wasn't going to stay at the hotel but go back to the airport as he couldn't be sure the bus would come on time to get us back for our flight. By this time we were all pretty exasperated with him and ignored him... or tried to.

We all retreated to our rooms, happy to cool off in airconditioned rooms and take a shower- and to be rid of Happy Jack. Which we were until we went down to the restaurant to have breakfast. No one greeted him, too frightened of becoming embroiled in his tirades and persecution complex. Frightened of being associated with him as he faulted everyone and everything. And as we made new friends and shared breakfast, Happy Jack ate in silence and we all silently thanked God that at last he was quiet.

Happy Jack cornered us all in the foyer to declare that he had got off with not paying tax on the tobacco, but no one was really that interested. We were all hot and tired and wanted nothing more than to get home and as we alighted from the bus at the airport, we were further entertained by Happy Jack yelling at the hapless bus driver that he was the worst driver he had seen and that he was going to report him for failing to park the bus close to the kerb. We all just winced and hauled our luggage into the airport as fast as possible. Heat and Happy Jack were just too much too deal with...

The last we saw of Happy Jack was when he was waiting with me in a transit lounge at Brunei Airport waiting for a wheelchair. Someone came in and announced that the next chair was for him and he said, "Yes, but when?!" he apparently was the only one of 10 people who needed one that day.. And as we at last boarded our final flight, Chris and I were more than relieved to see he was seated at the front of the plane whereas we were at the middle..

We all joked that Happy Jack was the only real bad part of the enforced stopover. In spite of his nasty comments, we all felt that we were treated well and were glad of a chance to catch up on some sleep. But I wonder if perchance Happy Jack had a mental illness, a cloak of paranoia and a persecution complex that fed on conspiracy theories and misery. For he certainly made all of us miserable. But in saying that, I can't help thinking that it is sad when you have such an illness that it is carried with you no matter where you go, or who you are with, or even to some extent, what you do. 

The very negative nature of this type of thinking estranges one from the company of others, and makes one a person to be avoided at all costs. Much as I disliked Happy Jack, I am going to pray that he gets some professional help so that he may one day be released of his negativity and enjoy his life, and most importantly, that he will come to a saving knowledge of salvation. I think that as a Christian, it is the least I can do.... after all, Jesus deals with Happy Jacks all the time.

© Glenys Robyn Hicks

Beloved, I pray that you may prosper in all things and be in health, just as your soul prospers. 3 John 1:2

Thursday, 2 November 2017


I know that we women who suffer from chronic illness and pain often fret because we want with all our hearts to be like the Proverbs 31 woman. Yet no matter how hard we try, we feel we cannot be like her. We then either give up completely, or sink into a deep depression… Sometimes we are far too hard on ourselves, even demanding more of ourselves than God does. After all, He understands us- He knows our frame and remembers we are but dust.

Another thing that we tend to do is to take man’s standard of being a good wife, mother and homemaker and we, on finding we cannot keep up with our healthier Sisters, wilt under the strain. This is a shame because Jesus says to come to Him all who are weary and He will give us rest. His yoke is light. But the perfectionism of man isn’t. Wouldn’t it be sad for us to constantly feel false guilt because we can’t keep up our homes like Martha Stewart? But here is some good news: we may very well find out after looking into the scriptures that we are closer to being a Proverbs 31 woman than we think….

Firstly, we must remember that the Word of God is the first and last authority in our lives. What exactly does God say about the godly woman? In Proverbs 31:10-31 Who can find a virtuous woman? for her price is far above rubies… Is your heart yearning to be a virtuous woman? Are you seeking to serve God despite your pain? If you are, then your price is far above rubies!

The heart of her husband doth safely trust in her, so that he shall have no need of spoil Do you seek to be a blessing to your husband? Can he trust you with his heart, his dreams and fears, raising his children and keeping his home to the best of your ability? Then your husband will be blessed for you already have his trust. That too is a truly precious thing!

She will do him good and not evil all the days of her life… Do you try to be a help meet for him? Are you consistently thinking the best of him, serving him in love and trying to be as unselfish as you can be, even in your worst times of illness or pain? If so, you are emulating that seemingly elusive Proverbs 31 woman!

She seeketh wool, and flax, and worketh willingly with her hands… When you are feeling reasonably well, do you try to do something creative that will benefit your family? Do you work willingly even though it hurts? Willingness is a matter of heart, not productivity. If you work willingly no matter how small the job, you have the spirit of the Proverbs 31 woman!

She is like the merchants’ ships; she bringeth her food from afar... This one can be a toughie, especially with illness at its height. But I also believe that the ill woman who seeks out coupons and directs those who are able to help with the purchasing of groceries to shop at the cheapest but best for money supermarkets, is living this verse to the best of her ability. She is like the merchant’s ships- charting their course from her bed or buying her food online!

She riseth also while it is yet night, and giveth meat to her household, and a portion to her maidens… Again, a seeming impossibility for the chronically ill woman. But again the spirit of the Proverbs 31 woman is seen in not in the early rising per se but in the planning of the godly woman as she directs her helpers in conducting the running of the home. She or someone else must have a plan of action and I take that as giving meat and portions to her maidens.

She considereth a field, and buyeth it: with the fruit of her hands she planteth a vineyard… There is nothing to stop an ill woman having a say in business matters or running a home business from her sick bed if at all possible. She may not be able to plant a vineyard with her own hands but the spirit of this wonderful woman of God can be seen in the planning, thought and effort in being business savvy, and this is her toil. She is still emulating her!

She girdeth her loins with strength, and strengtheneth her arms… This is a tough one for those of us with chronic illness and pain. But again I see us being that woman of God in taking care of our bodies, managing our illness, seeking knowledge from medical professionals or naturopaths and making sure we do precisely what we are told to do. That includes getting rest and trying to cast our cares on the LORD so as to strengthen ourselves!

She perceiveth that her merchandise is good: her candle goeth not out by night... As we survey our efforts in managing our home and family, we will see that we have done well- for it is so much harder than for those of able body. We need our rest but our candle not going out at night means that we are diligent in the overseeing of our home and our eyes are ever vigilant to see just what goes on around us- even when we are taking our rest!

She layeth her hands to the spindle, and her hands hold the distaff…Whenever possible, we seek to be as diligent as possible keeping watch over our household, our children and our husband. We work as much as is humanly possible but we do not fret if we cannot honestly cope with work at any particular time. Again, I see this as a matter of heart. … The godly woman who suffers from chronic illness and pain but who seeks to serve the LORD despite her pain- is more like the Proverbs 31 woman than she could ever imagine….

She stretcheth out her hand to the poor; yea, she reacheth forth her hands to the needy... Kindness and compassion is a matter of heart and the heart of the giver is one of compassion. I see no reason why the chronically ill woman cannot extend her hands to the needy in special offerings or acts of kindness.

She is not afraid of the snow for her household: for all her household are clothed with scarlet...Again, the chronically ill woman can take comfort in knowing her family is well clothed. It is relatively easy to shop by catalogue or online through ebay. Planning and diligence in being observant to your family’s needs and sizes will pay off in knowing that they are warm and well-presented.

She maketh herself coverings of tapestry; her clothing is silk and purple…Again, this making of tapestries etc would depend on how severe the sufferer’s illness and pain was, but I feel that the essence of this verse is that we can still take a pride in our appearance in spite of our illness. I know sometimes this can be one of the last things on our minds, but I think it is important to ourselves and our husbands to try to keep tidy.

Her husband is known in the gates, when he sitteth among the elders of the land…A husband who is well-loved will usually be willing to learn how to iron his shirt in times of his wife’s illness’s flare. If not, there are laundries that press shirts. A husband of a godly woman will never be known for an untidy and unkempt appearance. It is just harder for us as we have to be super diligent. If we can’t help our men retain honour by being well-presented, we should seek out helpers who will either volunteer or help for a small fee.

She maketh fine linen, and selleth it; and delivereth girdles unto the merchant… Again, this is often difficult for the ill woman to achieve but I believe the spirit of the Proverbs 31 woman is shown in the extra planning and eye for detail in watching over her family and household. As we know, everything is more difficult and the ill woman will be ever seeking to cut corners in order to have her home run well.

Strength and honour are her clothing; and she shall rejoice in time to come...The chronically ill woman works harder than most for she starts her day at a disadvantage- usually lack of sleep due to pain. She has medications to take that can have disastrous side-effects such as making her sleep when she needs to be awake or nausea. But she works diligently as best she can to keep the home fires burning and the family happy. She is often the most selfless of women! She will be able to take pleasure in times to come, knowing that she did her best before God, to be His woman! She is a woman who should be honoured above all others, in life and in the one to come!

She openeth her mouth with wisdom; and in her tongue is the law of kindness...I believe the godly chronically ill woman who reads the Word and keeps close to the LORD will open her mouth with wisdom, she will speak with kindness despite feeling unwell, for the LORD Himself will strengthen her spiritually.

She looketh well to the ways of her household, and eateth not the bread of idleness... Even though the chronically ill Christian woman may be bedridden, she can still look well to the ways of her household. By being attentive and delegating responsibilities wherever possible, she will never eat the bread of idleness. Being bedridden does not necessarily mean that one is idle. Indeed, running a home from your sick bed is a feat that surpasses the strength and vigilance of healthier stronger women!

Her children arise up, and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praiseth her… As children grow and your husband sees your efforts and realises the sacrifices that you have made- and the extra pain it has caused to ensure their upbringing is well done and that they are all comfortable and well looked after, they will bless and praise you. You are such a blessing to them!

Many daughters have done virtuously, but thou excellest them all, favour is deceitful, and beauty is vain: but a woman that fears the LORD she shall be praised.… Indeed, many women will have done virtuously, but you have put it in harder than most- you surely you do excel them all! When many would just crumble, you have kept striving to be a Proverbs 31 woman.

Give her of the fruit of her hands; and let her own works praise her in the gates...You see, you will have the fruit of hands and your own works will praise you in the gates- because despite all obstacles, you have run the race and won- for you really *are* a Proverbs 31 woman!

© Glenys Robyn Hicks

Saturday, 28 October 2017


As a chronically ill woman, I know too well the false guilt we all feel when we can't get enough energy up to do what we long to do. We know what we should be doing, and we want to but our bodies are tired and hurting. Although God reminds us and shows us what direction we should be taking, He does understand that our bodies are but dust and has compassion on us. The false guilt comes from the Evil One. Listening to him brings on depression and compounds our problems.

Likewise, we often get in a spin trying to work out how to serve the LORD and we feel that we come way short of the mark during times of illness. We often miss the fact that we are serving Him in our homes and in our family life in spite of not spinning our wheel as fast as we would like. Service starts with a heart choice and doesn't depend on perfection. We can serve God even as we battle illness or fatigue. It's not about how fast we spin our wheel, but if we want to and then try to! And as FlyLady says, "Housework done imperfectly still blesses your family!"

Because I battle with illness constantly and walk that weary path every day, I see that you can have a servant's heart but can still bear an extra load in false guilt. For those of you who do, I pray that you can talk kindly to yourself and learn to have more compassion on yourself- the road is not easy and you will find many others who have fallen along the way, giving up the battle and feeling overwhelmed. I do not believe the LORD wants that for us...

May God bless you as you purposely and diligently serve Him in your home, in spite of your pain.

© Glenys Robyn Hicks

There is therefore now no condemnation to those who are in Christ Jesus, who do not walk according to the flesh, but according to the Spirit. Romans 8:1

Sunday, 8 October 2017


If you are a sick Christian woman and you would like to have prayerful support, join my Face Book group. You will find prayer, loving non judgmental support and friendship there.

The group's name is Sick Christian Woman. The link is here

Blessings, Glenys

Sunday, 1 October 2017


I think many of us who are sensitive or who suffer from "bad nerves" aka anxiety, especially manifested with panic attacks, can often worry that we may have committed a sine that God can't forgive. I have it on good authority that the majority of sensitive Christians through out the ages have worried about this.
It seems to creep up on us when we are feeling anxious because anxiety especially during a panic attack, can make us feel far from God. emotions cannot be trusted. But in the midst of our anxiety, the feelings are very strong and they can cause us to become very introverted and introspective, with disastrous results...

Let us remember in our well moments, when we are feeling strong and close to the LORD, that we are saved, that nothing can separate from God and that once we are saved, we are *saved*. It is imperative that we know God's Word and His promises to us in order to bring our mind into the captivity of Christ.

I used to worry about this so much, and even today I will read articles on the unpardonable sin if they come by me online, and most agree with this excellent article by Dr David Jeremiah of Turning Point. If you have the time, it is well worth reading- even if you are in the middle of a crisis of anxiety or a crisis of faith. It will set you free! The Truth always does!

© Glenys Robyn Hicks

Casting down imaginations, and every high thing that exalteth itself against the knowledge of God, and bringing into captivity every thought to the obedience of Christ; 2 Corinthians 10:5

Saturday, 30 September 2017


Here in Australia, the government has issued a postal vote to all its' citizens to have a say as to whether homosexual couples can legally marry here. To say the issue is contentious would be an understatement! In fact, it has come to blows with our ex Prime Minister, Tony Abbott getting head butted because he is against it...

There is a growing evil force in our society- an insidious one that like the abortion issue, seeks to blame those who believe in God's Word as their yardstick and call them all manner of offensive and untrue names. And the push to make us conform to their evil is getting stronger... even in some lukewarm churches..

I have even been inundated with sms texts from the equal rights guys to vote yes and change history! Well, needless to say, we both voted NO! you can bet I will be saying NO with my dying breath! History will change regardless of my vote, but you have to stand for that which you believe in..
The media is relentless in trying to get these changes to the Marriage Act... and is equally relentless in its offensive tirade against people of faith. But we still live in a free country, a democratic one... even though both sides of politics are pro equal rights, it is still OK to say NO!

© Glenys Robyn Hicks

Know ye not that the unrighteous shall not inherit the kingdom of God? Be not deceived: neither fornicators, nor idolaters, nor adulterers, nor effeminate, nor abusers of themselves with mankind.. 1 Corinthians 6:9

Friday, 29 September 2017


I think being depressed makes us introspective. If you get sufficiently depressed, you can arrive at the Pit of Despair and that's an awful place to be. Of course if you are studying Proverbs 31 whilst in the Pit, then your self talk is going to be negative. Everything is. Most of us compare ourselves to the Proverbs 31 woman but we fail to remember that she did all this over a lifetime, not all at once. If we think we have to be like that, we will definitely be coming up short.

Also, condemnation is of the devil. God does not condemn us but rather leads us to a way out. First know that emotions are not to be relied on regarding our salvation. No matter how we feel, if we truly love the LORD, we are saved. Forever. Panic and depression can tell us we aren't saved, but they are irrelevant. Likewise, your past has been dealt with at the cross, so let it go.

If you are truly lazy, then repentance is the first step to help, then God forgives us and helps us by leading us to those who can assist us or to us finding out why. Satan does not offer a way out, hence the misery involved in self-condemnation. This appears to be where you are at at the moment! I would have some blood tests and see if there is something physically wrong and then I would ask myself why I am depressed. I definitely would be taking my medications and seeking medical help if they were letting me down. You will usually find you can be a helpmeet in a more meaningful way to your husband when you aren't depressed. Everything is an effort when your bucket is empty.

Don't listen to your self-talk, but remember what the Word says. Keep in mind, depression is a liar!

© Glenys Robyn Hicks 

Beloved, I pray that you may prosper in all things and be in health, just as your soul prospers. 3 John 1:2

Tuesday, 26 September 2017


Over the years I have noticed a growing trend in both Christian and non-Christian people to prolong their engagement over many years, and often not even to end up marrying. Often there is an engagement party and the couple are asked if they have set a date for their wedding. Usually there is no real indication of when they plan to marry, just a vague wave of the hand and a casual "when we get around to it" attitude.
In biblical times a Jewish betrothal was generally about 12 months. However, the betrothal was as if the couple were married and in fact to break the betrothal would require a divorce. Sexual relations did not take place. Indeed if a betrothed person was found to have had intercourse with someone not their betrothed, they could be stoned for adultery.

A marriage contract was called a Ketubah During this time, the groom would prepare a place for his betrothed wife. There was never any doubt that a marriage would be consummated, but the exact date was usually known only to the groom. The bride stayed with her parents and waited for her groom.
Today, there are no real expectations or enforcements of engagements. They can be broken with a minimum of outward fuss- most fuss being internalised and emotional. Other times, the young couple will just cohabit as if married and there is no wedding ring- ever. But an engagement is not a marriage.
For young Christians who become engaged, the temptation to become sexually involved is strong, and for this reason I believe an engagement shouldn't be prolonged. And just like marriage, an engagement shouldn't be entered into lightly or unadvisedly. Christians are different from the unsaved in that when one gives a promise or their word, we should carry it through.
For those considering marriage, make sure that you are fully intending to marry and that your engagement isn't too long. Impurity and cohabitation are not in God's plan for our life: He wants us to marry and bear precious seed for Him.
Becoming engaged is a promise to marry, not a promise to be exclusively available for a "permanent" relationship, nor is it to be seen as a licence for cohabitation. Betrothal from the earliest times has been seen to precede a marriage.
Everlasting engagements can be the gateway to failure in being godly wives and mothers. They can lead to us being left with just our engagement ring and memories, and perhaps, with a baby or two in tow.

© Glenys Robyn Hicks

And I will betroth thee unto me for ever; yea, I will betroth thee unto me in righteousness, and in judgment, and in lovingkindness, and in mercies. Hosea 2:19

Monday, 25 September 2017


I have been prayed for with anointing of oil by the church elders years ago for a severe dermatitis that nothing would get rid of. Weeks later, it had healed. 
When my daughter Dianne was in ICU for leukaemia, her organs were failing and they had to put her on dialysis. I anointed her with oil which she agreed to.. and despite the bad prognosis, she rallied and is currently in remission. 
My sister was in ICU following a hip replacement where they couldn't get her blood pressure up. We agreed with the scripture in James 5:13-15 and I anointed her with oil. Her BP started to rise immediately and she was able to go to a normal ward.
I believe in anointing with oil, and I would advise you to keep it in mind for yourself. It is not a magic potion, but we are to obey the Word and trust God for the outcome. God gives us instructions for our healing: prayer with anointing with oil is a little used action of faith that we should employ.

© Glenys Robyn Hicks

Is any among you afflicted? let him pray. Is any merry? let him sing psalms.Is any sick among you? Let him call for the elders of the church; and let them pray over him,anointing him with oil in the name of the Lord: And the prayer of faith shall save the sick, and the Lord shall raise him up; and if he have committed sins, they shall be forgiven him.  James 5:13-15

Sunday, 24 September 2017


A maiden that is negligent in acquiring skills in the art of cooking should resolve to change and gain lessons that will assist her. A diligent young girl will read carefully and seek to learn all she can of rules, courtesies, and the keeping of a proper kitchen. She will delight to please her family and friends with pleasant tasting foods that she has prepared.” -Mrs. Martha Greene

I have a confession to make: I am not a good cook. Cooking is something I do because we need to eat but I don’t particularly enjoy it. But having said that, I must say that I do make every effort to cook meals that Chris enjoys and that are nutritious.

Something as basic as cooking should come naturally to us, but I am living proof that it doesn’t. Does that mean that I have given up and only serve canned goods or pre-packaged meals? Absolutely not!

Because I see that cooking is a vital part of keeping a home and most importantly, keeping a husband and children healthy, I often seek out recipes and tips to help me. I try to choose plain meals and I am most fortunate in that my husband loves meat, 2 veg and mashed potato! He would be happy with that for every meal.

Even knowing that he would be happy with a plain meal all the time, I try to vary it by alternating between vegetables and salads and methods of cooking. One night, I may serve a stew with the vegetables in that with a hefty serve of mashed potatoes. The next night it may be a grill with chips and salad. But basically, his favourite fare is meat based, with vegetables and mashed or chipped potato.

I feel that in preparing our menus that we should be diligent to take into account what our husband prefers and try to accommodate him. I have found that it is just as easy to prepare something he likes and enjoys than to try something new and find he doesn’t like it.

Being a good cook is important in your overall efforts to be a good homemaker. Memories are often centered around meals that were tasty and served with pleasant company. I feel there is nothing that deflates one’s spirit more than sitting down to a poorly cooked meal served with indifference.

Trying to feed your family well not only pays off dividends in better health through good nutrition, but it also livens ones’ spirit. Taking the time to plan and prepare meals will enhance family life and create a more pleasant meal time.

Let’s seek to improve our cooking as we remember the proverb that says “a little bit of what you fancy does you good!” It truly does everyone good!

© Glenys Robyn Hicks

“Go now to the flock, and fetch me from thence two good kids of the goats; and I will make them savoury meat for thy father, such as he loveth:” Genesis 27:9

Saturday, 23 September 2017


Chronic illness changes far more than our bodies.. it changes our sleeping patterns, our intimacy, our family life, our home and our mental state as social occasions dwindle. It can makes us feel helpless.  But there is something we can do to help us wring out as much enjoyment as possible from our life. However horrid, this new life is our new normal... so we must live it, not merely exist, because this life is the only life we are going to have. 

The only way we can move forward is to accept that we are ill, and that our life will change. Only through acceptance will we learn to find joy in the every day and to be victorious. In spite of our illness. In spite of our pain. It takes courage. Lean on Christ and enjoy the good in life now.. as is. 

Not as we want it to be. It is the only life we have! It is a horrible thing to have to do...but ultimately if we want to have any enjoyment of our life, we have to face it and accept the new normal... it doesn't mean we will ever be happy with our lot, but we will be happier if we accept it... our old life is gone- the life we have now is the only life we have...

I have had to accept that Chris pushes me in my walker around the shops: it was humiliating at first, but if we want to shop together, I have had to accept that I can't walk far anymore... We have been looking to buy a wheelchair for me... something I have resisted, but now I see that my life can continue pretty much the same if I am sitting in a wheelchair...

Yes, I hate it- I really do. It is humiliating, humbling, and embarrassing- but if I want to live my life as I like, I have had to accept it. Like with the walker at first, I think I will become more used to it. The first step is for me to accept that my new normal is different.. and then I have to embrace it!

© Glenys Robyn Hicks

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

Tuesday, 19 September 2017


Today I am thanking the LORD for His servants who graciously care for those of us who are ill or disabled. Often carers are ill themselves, they push themselves beyond their comfort zone and limits, to help us. Our lives would be so much the worse for not having them in it. They are special people, for there are not that many in this sad world today who would sacrifice their time and energy for us.. 

There are many forms of care for us from bedside ministrations to chauffeuring us to endless hospital or doctors appointments, contending with walkers and wheelchairs, shopping and cleaning for us and administering not only medicines but providing food and drinks for us... In my life, I have found that I am both the recipient of care and the care giver. I count on Chris for his care of me when I am ill, and he likewise counts on me to be care giver when he is unwell... and I do thank God for him... 

We are in a unique position to show forth Jesus's example of servant hood in how we care for others... we can't afford not to... if we want to be Christ-like. It is not an easy path to need to be cared for or a carer, but it is a ministry and an exercise in compassion and patience, and humility... 

© Glenys Robyn Hicks 

Beloved, I pray that you may prosper in all things and be in health, just as your soul prospers. 3 John 1:2

Monday, 18 September 2017


The scriptures tell us to run to God with everything. And yet a lot of Christians won't do that because they are afraid of Him. So they live their life in a pseudo trust relationship with Him, walking in a timid way with Him that is not awe of His holiness or even reverence, but straight out fear.. I don't believe God wants us to be afraid of Him.

People often forget that God knows our hearts and they put on this holy fake mask as they come before Him.  Or else they spit the dummy and run from Him, scared of His reaction... 

I often think of King David telling God about his woes and how he felt. I believe God wants us to have an authentic relationship with Him. He loves us warts and all. I think the worst thing we can do is run from Him, playing no speaks.... when what we really need is to cling to Him and receive His comfort. 

A lot of Christians are afraid to be real with God, and if they are, they think they have overstepped a line and are afraid of retribution. It's comforting to know that even our tantrums and silent treatments are forgivable. We sick women have enough to feel guilty about, without being afraid of coming back to God after a hissy fit.... He is a Father after all, and most parents experience at least one tantrum in their child's life..

© Glenys Robyn Hicks

There is no fear in love; but perfect love casts out fear, because fear involves torment. But he who fears has not been made perfect in love. 1 John 4:18

Saturday, 16 September 2017


I think most of us feel that God doesn't care about us,  when we suffer with constant pain and certainly insomnia plays a part in our emotional health. Emotions of course effect how we feel spiritually, and it is always comforting to me to recognise that they can't be trusted to be a reliable measure of our spiritual health. We can feel like God is far from us, or that He doesn't care about our suffering, but in the final analysis, we do still believe- we are just having a hard time... 

Our salvation and our faith is not built on emotions but decisions. We decide we believe in Jesus and His sacrifice and we accept His free gift. We may feel like we are alone in our journey, but our feelings are not fact. God never leaves us, nor does He take our sufferings lightly- and He does understand when we feel abandoned by Him. 

The trick is to know the Truth and come back to that during hard times. And the only way to know the Truth is to know the Word, store it in your heart and rely on it during the times of doubt that our illnesses often produce. We need to cling to Jesus, not run from Him. You are loved by Him so don't let your fickle emotions dictate your life... 

© 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

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