Sunday, 23 July 2017


God will protect our home. I believe that. His Word is very strong on His protecting the dwelling, habitation or home of the believer... I have done a study and have found these comforting verses:
You shall know that your tent is in peace; you shall visit your dwelling and find nothing amiss. Job 5:24
Because you have made the LORD, who is my refuge, even the Most High, your dwelling place, no evil shall befall you, nor shall any plague come near your dwelling; Psalm 91:9-10
My people will dwell in a peaceful habitation, in secure dwellings, and in quiet resting places, Isaiah 32:18
The curse of the LORD is on the house of the wicked, but He blesses the home of the just. Proverbs 3:33
Then he looked on the Kenites, and he took up his oracle and said: “Firm is your dwelling place, and your nest is set in the rock;" Numbers 24:21
He grants the barren woman a home, like a joyful mother of children. Praise the LORD! Psalm 113:9
I know when I was first separated from my ex-husband and was living alone for the first time in my life, I was very frightened. I had someone stalk me and my ex-husband often threatened to come to my home and do me harm... but I pleaded the Blood of Christ over my property and prayed Psalm 91... and nothing happened to me...
It is not easy to live somewhere where you don't feel safe, but I know that God promises to bless and protect our home. It was a great comfort to me at the time, and still is. May His Word comfort you too and may you enjoy His blessing on your home... 

© Glenys Robyn Hicks

Friday, 21 July 2017


A few years ago Chris and I were trying out new churches...we attended one where there were cafe type settings to sit at and drinks and food were able to be eaten and drunk while the service was in progress. The music was great and there was a very relaxed atmosphere...too relaxed for Chris and I.. The senior pastor's wife, clad only in a short-really short- pair of shorts and a tube top that showed her midriff, sat on a chair with her knees under her chin... I can still recall the glance Chris gave me, with his eyebrows up- I know that look well... it's The Look when something has offended him....

A deacon went forward to the pulpit to announce some things, and this time it was my turn to give Chris The Look... you know the one- where the mouth goes into a prim line... the Queen Victoria "we are not amused look"  Sisters, I tell you the truth, this man's shorts were positively indecent... skimpy to the point of me wanting to close my eyes.... he was nearly falling out of them... But things got worse...the aforementioned pastor's wife got up and proceeded to lead the Communion service, with her navel clearly visible and her perky body parts pushing through her tight tube top... Chris was uncomfortable and looked at me quizzically, I nodded in agreement with him.  We don't have to speak to know what each other is thinking...

At the end of the service, I went to the pastor for anointing with oil and prayer as I was waiting for a hospital bed for my heart  stents and I was told that I could possibly die whilst I waited... we are uninsured... I was further taken aback when he refused to get the oil as it was "only a token" and called some young people to pray for me....explaining to them that "this lady has a bad heart and is afraid she will pop her cork!"  Again Chris gave me The Look, and I would have left except it seemed inappropriate to leave before I was prayed for.. Needless to say, we never returned.

Now even though I joked about the "Queen Victoria Look",  I am not a prudish person, but I do believe in modest dressing, especially in church. Even more so, the Senior Pastor's wife should have known better. And what of her husband? Shouldn't he have insisted his wife cover herself? especially when leading a communion service... and what about their deacon- he should have been told to wear decent shorts at least. But I guess if the Senior Pastors don't worry, he certainly wouldn't...

I can't help but think that these two Church planters were more interested in being seen as being "hip" and with it to their younger congregation than honouring the LORD in how they dressed.  And his refusal to anoint me with oil and pray for me was offensive to me... obviously at my age and with being  an obese blow in from who-knows-where, I wasn't very important to him or "his" church....

When we go to church, Chris and I want to feel important/treasured  enough to be prayed for...we do not want to be laughed at when or if we ask for prayer in a time of personal trouble or sickness... If I ask to be anointed with oil, I want to be anointed and it doesn't have to be the Senior Pastor, but someone within the church with the authority of that church to do it...

I want at least to feel respected, even if I am just a visitor, and I was left with the distinct feeling that day that maybe...just maybe, they didn't really respect the LORD in their hearts, just with their words..  If the leadership of that church covered themselves properly, we wouldn't have felt that we should keep our eyes covered..  Let there be propriety and decency in all things pertaining to our LORD..

© Glenys Robyn Hicks

Moreover the LORD saith, Because the daughters of Zion are haughty, and walk with stretched forth necks and wanton eyes, walking and mincing [as] they go, and making a tinkling with their feet: Therefore the Lord will smite with a scab the crown of the head of the daughters of Zion, and the LORD will discover their secret parts. Isaiah 3:16-17

Wednesday, 19 July 2017


I once read the life story of Charles Haddon Spurgeon.  I recall that he  used to make constant kidney stones. He was diagnosed as having a stag horn kidney stone which basically filled the whole pelvis of his kidney. He was advised to have risky surgery to remove the kidney. However, Spurgeon resisted the surgeon’s pleas and asserted that the LORD would heal him or he would die uncut.

As a chronic maker of kidney stones and knowing the agony each one brings, it was with great awe and admiration that I read that the LORD caused the stag horn stone to slowly disintegrate and Spurgeon passed BOTTLES of stones over a few years! He would travel to a prayer meeting or rally shivering and vomiting with pain, yet when he started to preach, his words were strong and delivered with such conviction that many were convicted of their sin and saved without even suspecting that Spurgeon was passing blood and in constant agony! 

When questioned by those close to him, he was quoted as saying that his sufferings were nothing compared to what Christ had done for him! I wish I could remember the name of the book- it is something that has stayed in my mind over many years of passing bi-lateral stones myself. Most of the world doesn’t even know what a hero and wonderful servant of God he was!

© Glenys Robyn Hicks

I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me. Philippians 4:13

Monday, 17 July 2017


After I lost my twins, my ex-husband was very careful to ensure that there were no more children for at least the next few years.  Those years of endless longing for a baby were some of the most emotionally taxing years of my life..

Each month I would cry and dream of the time I would be fruitful and be pregnant. The longing became an obsession.... an ache that resonated from not only my heart but my womb.  My greatest longing- to be a mother had almost been a reality, and now there was nothing but emptiness and grief...When finally I was allowed to become pregnant, the joy in me was palpable... I felt vibrant and full of hope.

Because I know the pain of longing for a child and have tasted the emptiness of enforced infertility,  my heart is particularly close to those who wait for a child of their own.  I know personally of a few women who walk that path in desperation, praying and hoping for a child.

If you walk the path of infertility, unsuccessful pregnancy or stillbirth or neonatal death, please know that you are in my prayers.... I do make mention of all the Hannahs in the world, in my prayer time. 

If you are a Hannah in need of prayer, please comment and I will be honoured to mention you by name- God knows you if you don't want to. Remember, nothing is impossible to God, but waiting month after month takes it toll on a soul....  be strong and faithful! Try to be of good cheer!

What God did for Elizabeth, Sarah and Hannah, and a few of my friends I prayed with and for, He can do for you....praying for you all now...

© Glenys Robyn Hicks

And [Hannah] vowed a vow, and said, O Lord of hosts, if thou wilt indeed look on the affliction of thine handmaid, and remember me, and not forget thine handmaid, but wilt give unto thine handmaid a man child, then I will give him unto the Lord all the days of his life...and Elkanah knew Hannah his wife; and the Lord remembered her.  1 Samuel 1:11

Wednesday, 12 July 2017


I was watching the TV with my young grandson who is a wrestling fan.  What I saw sickened me.

Two women were sweating and grunting, rolling around the ring whilst aiming well chosen kicks and blows to parts that were God-created areas that He designed as instruments of creation and nurture, requiring gentle handling. There was a great display of muscle rippled flesh that verged on pornography due to the enthusiasm of the cameraman, trying to get the best closest shot for the male-dominated audiences.

The sickening blows and the thudding of boots on bodies was most unappealing to me, yet my young grandson was intrigued. I wondered what he would make of women as he grew up..

The portrayal of women in almost mortal combat clad in the briefest of attire must be stimulating to male audiences or it would not be ranked amongst the top favourite sports programs. But what connotations does it really have?

To my mind, it portrays women in an ungodly light. It shows women to be acting like men whilst tantalising their sexual appetite. It invites the sick minded to think of taking advantage of them in a predatory manner. It also portrays women to be of equal strength to a man, therefore stripping them of their need for protection, gentleness, deference to gender as the weaker sex, and respect.

If a woman can hold her own in an aggressive situation like wrestling another woman... and sometimes in some matches, a man- then she can hold her own in carrying in the groceries, repairing the car, being assaulted by her teenage sons in an argument, or worse still, being assaulted by her husband.  She becomes a man in a general sense.

Wrestling and kick boxing, football and soccer are the most unladylike activities a woman can participate in. Along with being in the front line during a war.... these activities should be solely masculine ones.  Because to enter into them will have devastating effects on the way womankind is treated. I presume that is another reason we are seeing epic proportions of domestic violence not only against women, but men today!

We are not as strong as men. We are created to be the gentle sex. Nurturing. Feminine. Soft. Endearing.  Childbearers. Lovers. None of these qualities are seen in those who pursue manly outlets. 

As shapely as the feminine form is in the wrestlers' attire, their actions are typically masculine and tough. They try to outdo their masculine counterparts in viciousness and rank. This masculinises women and that is when women look ugly.

© Glenys Robyn Hicks

Likewise, ye husbands, dwell with [them] according to knowledge, giving honour unto the wife, as unto the weaker vessel, and as being heirs together of the grace of life; that your prayers be not hindered.1 Peter 3:7

Tuesday, 11 July 2017


Over the years, I can’t tell you how many times I have caught up with an old friend or acquaintance, had a wonderful time and on the farewell, have her say to me, “Come and see me sometime!” Then she makes no attempt to make a date and time. She just waves and hurries on her way. Quite frankly, it bothers me.

It bothers me because she doesn’t really want to see me. If she seriously wanted to see me, she would make a date and time- even if it was a tentative one. Goodness knows, in 64 years, I have learned that nothing except death and taxes, is certain in this world, and nothing is written in stone. My world would not crumble if the date had to be cancelled. And as a chronically ill woman, it may very well be me who has to cancel. 

But what bothers me is not only do I feel that my friend may not be as close as I thought, but that her words are not backed up by actions. A half-hearted invitation without any definite arrangement smacks of insincerity to me. I would prefer that such an invitation weren’t extended. Why? Because it builds me up with an expectation that probably isn’t going to happen. A moment of feeling wanted and then rejected.

Over the years, I have hosted numerous afternoon teas and been invited to many, and I can’t begin to tell you how each of these occasions were mutually enjoyed. Never underestimate the power of hospitality and friendship to buoy low spirits and refresh the weary traveller. I am grateful to all my friends who share the gift of hospitality. Often an invitation has come at just the right time to lift me up or for me to encourage others, and the timing has been the LORD’S.

Because I know the value of hospitality, when I meet a friend who I feel would like to come to tea, I make it a habit to invite her- and then proceed to make a date- even a tentative one. Paul tells us to love sincerely. What greater way of loving a friend than to share quality time with her in yours or her home?

Next time you find yourself saying, “Come and see me sometime!” to a friend, be sincere and mean it. Then follow it through. This side of Heaven, you may never know how needed that may have been and what a blessing your friendship and your hospitality- and love, were.

© Glenys Robyn Hicks

“[Let] love be without dissimulation. Abhor that which is evil; cleave to that which is good. [Be] kindly affectioned one to another with brotherly love; in honour preferring one another; Not slothful in business; fervent in spirit; serving the Lord; Rejoicing in hope; patient in tribulation; continuing instant in prayer; Distributing to the necessity of saints; given to hospitality.” Romans 12:9-13

Sunday, 9 July 2017


Quite some years ago, I worked as personal secretary to the Bursar at a Secondary or High School. I was a single woman at the time and so I was very conscious that all the other women there were married. To be honest, I was envious of them as being married again was something that I very much wanted. At first they seemed to be happy as wives but as I saw and heard more, I started to wonder.

One lady planned a trip to Europe during the forthcoming school holidays and I asked her if her husband was accompanying her. She reacted in a startled manner then laughed and jokingly told me that he would be bored silly and had plans to go hunting. The school holidays were of 2 months duration. She was planning to take the full holiday away. I remember thinking that I wouldn't have gone that long without my husband. If at all.

During a trip to the bank with the Bursar, I was told some pretty intimate facts about her marriage and was informed that she didn't have s*xual relations with her husband. She just didn't like it and slept in another bedroom. I pitied him and started to wonder how long before her marriage started to show cracks.

Another lady there was having marital problems- and as I listened in the Staff Room at her constant put-downs of him and her loudly voiced bad opinion of him, I could catch a glimpse of her husband's misery and his great desire to be respected. She showed him no respect at all- even to loudly telling everyone of her difficulties with his many shortcomings. It was all so embarrassingly public.

A rather pretty colleague often took phone calls in the office, and we couldn't help but overhear the conversation. She was very demanding, bossy and rude to her husband on the phone, dictating a whole list of duties he was to carry out prior to her getting home from work. Then she calmly informed him that she had decided where they were going on these same school holidays and added fitting out their caravan for an early departure to his to do list!

Triumphant, she placed the phone back in her purse and told us that she had finally taken matters into her own hands and booked the holiday! I asked her what would happen if So and So didn't want to go to that destination. With great amusement, the whole office turned on me as she said, "Oh I don't worry about that! He will come round! We don't live for our husbands, Glenys! We tolerate them. They are there because we allow them to live with us! " And all the ladies cackled and chorused in agreement together.

I remember thinking: poor guys, married to these strident women. Why did their wives even bother to marry them if they didn't yearn for their company and love? Feminism was literally ruining their lives and sabotaging any hope of really happy marriages- but I guess the women were happy enough and as for the men, that didn't matter- they were just tolerated and allowed the great privilege of being their lackey/husbands- as if they didn't know!

© Glenys Robyn Hicks

Nevertheless let every one of you in particular so love his wife even as himself; and the wife see that she reverence her husband. Ephesians 5:33

Thursday, 6 July 2017


O child of mine as yet unborn your presence fills my heart with joy-

Each movement assures me of your life within the confines of my womb...

At day I proudly watch the swell of growth that heralds your impending birth-

In dreams your features are so perfect; filling my heart with love and longing...

O count the days till I will hold you nestled closely at my breast-

Hear the heart that beats for you, dear- it yours now till I draw no breath..

 © Glenys Robyn Hicks

'Lo children are an heritage from the LORD and the fruit of the womb is His reward.' Psalm 127:3 

Monday, 3 July 2017


The most precious part of a person's life is undoubtedly their childhood. It is in the first 7 years particularly of a child's life that their character is forming. It is in these years that it is most crucial that children have a close relationship to their parents or carer. As well as training and learning, a vital part of childhood is playing. This is where what is observed is put into practice.

It is important that a child have fun in their life, stability, direction and love. The best thing we can give our child for a happy childhood is a happy marriage, a peaceful home and our loving guidance and attention shown at times in playing with them. This will delight a child no end. The memories of childhood games especially with Mother and Father, will last a life-time.

A happy childhood, I believe, prepares a child for adult life and is a once-off- we only have one chance to be a child! I believe that a happy child grows into a confident adult. Life is tackled more confidently than the adult who has had an unhappy childhood. To be denied a happy childhood often makes an adult resentful and can cause some people to be 'Peter Pans' who never grow up. They live life in a constant state of dramas and dependency on their parents or others.

Take time to play and read to your children, give them a routine so that they can know what is expected in their lives, and treat them gently and kindly. Expect them to make messes, cry at your discipline, get cranky when tired or sick and even embarrass you sometimes. They are, after all, children.

Let them be loved and know it- tell them often. They need to hear it. I have never heard my mother say "I love you"- she just can't seem to show it. It grieves me that I am 64 and have never heard those words from her. I 'know' she loves me, but I would love to hear those words. So from someone who's been there- tell your child often that you love him or her.

Childhood is a growing time, physically, emotionally, socially and spiritually.  Make your child's childhood special…let them learn to trust in you and their father and then to learn to trust God.

© Glenys Robyn Hicks

And the streets of the city shall be full of boys and girls playing in the streets thereof. Zechariah 8:5

Thursday, 29 June 2017


A physician spoke about fibromyalgia groups and for the most part, I have to agree with him...

"The doctor said I should NOT to go to any fibromyalgia support groups, he said they are extremely depressing and so negative,he said that is one reason folks don't get well, instead of being positive,all they do is promote negativity. He said they must have been invented by a person who wanted sympathy and it caught on."

I have seen some groups like that but unless Christ is central the group will be just like that... instead of negativity, we have hope in our Saviour. We comfort each other and bear each other's burdens so as to fulfil the law of Christ. Our focus is on helping each other as well as ourselves.. and we look to Jesus daily for our strength and point each other to Him. God knows, this path we walk is so hard for each of us... but we do not give up even though our steps may falter....
Isn't it normal to want some comfort and company, which I suppose could be seen by many to be a plea for sympathy... and is it so wrong to have sympathy for someone who is suffering? isn't that the Way of Christ? We are all faltering under the cross that we are bearing on the long journey Home and we have all had our moment in our private Garden of Gethsemane... we are walking the Via Dolorosa every day...

We wipe each others' brow and offer some water.... and we do so in love and empathy... that was taught to us by no other than Jesus Himself... so unless Jesus is focal point of a group, it will be just as this doctor described...

If you are a sick Christian WOMAN you may like my group on FaceBook for encouragement and prayer...

© Glenys Robyn Hicks

Bear one another's burdens, and so fulfill the law of Christ.  Galatians 6:2

Tuesday, 27 June 2017


I have suffered from panic attacks and anxiety since a young child. Occasionally, they still come to strike me on the heel, and usually they come out of the blue and take me by surprise..

Over the years, I have learned to respond to them by total relaxation which allows the adrenaline to leave my body. To help my Sisters who may be similarly afflicted, I will share how I relax my body and get rid of the adrenaline..
Firstly, try to turn off the phone, TV and other distractions. 

Lie down, preferably on your bed. 
Grind your backside into your mattress until you feel that your lower spine is relaxed. 
Raise your legs and drop them and move your legs until they feel relaxed. 
Lift your arms and let them drop like a dead weight. 
Relax your fingers and shrug your shoulders. 
Roll your head from side to side until it rests comfortably. 
Jut your jaw out and make chewing motions. 
Close your mouth and try not to clench your jaw or grind your teeth.
Take a deep breath, drawing it into the bottom of your lungs.
Slowly let it out like a long sighhhh.
If you notice you are clenching or tightening your muscles or jaw, relax them.
Try to keep the breathing slow and rhythmic and concentrate on that alone.

If you are successful the adrenaline rush should dissipate and mine comes out through my feet. Do not panic if it feels cold. Do not panic if your nose, face or lips feel tingly like pins and needles... it will dissipate with the oxygen levels coming normal again.
If there is no bad pain in your heart but it is palpitating, do not worry... it will normalise as well as soon as you get control of the adrenaline levels..

Many symptoms of panic are brought on purely by an adrenaline rush and most times it will normalise as you relax and breathe regularly and slowly. As I said, I sing to help that. Worship songs are the best because they usually calm the spirit.
It is comforting to know, if you simply can't regulate your breathing that you will not die. You may faint. But panic attacks don't kill you. You just feel like you are dying at the time... until you get control again...

  © Glenys Robyn Hicks

Thou tellest my wanderings: put thou my tears into thy bottle: are they not in thy book? Psalm 56:8

Wednesday, 21 June 2017


I  am probably like most women in that I love looking at paintings of bygone eras.  Anything vintage delights me and I fantasise about living in those eras.   Indeed, some of my favourite books are olde worlde.  

Why is it so? you ask.  I believe it is because we who adore being a woman love the clothes and demeanour that accompanied women of the past. Women were for the most part, demure and feminine. And men treated us with respect.

We had an expectation from childhood that encompassed the ideals of the Titus 2 woman: we were expected to be pure, marry, keep house and become mothers. And for most of us- it was enough. 

Betrothal and marriage was held in high esteem, housework was seen as a worthy occupation, and working outside the home was for the widow or single woman who usually worked her fingers to the bone in a knitting mill or workhouse.  But for the married woman, there was acceptance that her work was not only worthy but could be meted out as circumstances dictated.

Our values were contrary to today's values: We wanted few things in life: a man who loved us, who provided for us a home that didn't allow the rain to enter or the wind to blow through. A reasonably equipped kitchen with a big wood oven that had a kettle which constantly simmered on the back burner and that provided not only nourishment but warmth and enough food to keep one fed and satisfied. And at end of day,  a reasonably comfortable bed.  It was enough to keep us happy.

We expected to bear a child each year, and often a wedding present would consist of a hand carved cradle.   Women rarely aborted their children and accepted each child as meant to be...There were no raised eyebrows and admonitions to limit our family if possible, just a happy contentment and trust in God that He would provide for each need. And for the most part He did!  

Motherhood was held in high regard and not only was there deference towards a heavily pregnant woman, but care that she not only be looked after during her pregnancy, but that she was afforded a lying in time after her confinement. A time where she usually could briefly leave the running of her house to her mother or some other relative, and recover from the rigours of childbirth and bond with her baby...

We had to launder clothes over big coppers, back breaking work, yes, but it was honest toil for our family and we did not see ourselves too high in life to do it.. It was part of what being a housewife was about. It was our lot and mostly we accepted it.

Women were treated with deference to their sensibilities: most gentlemen would ensure that no one used unseemly language or unruly  behaviour in front of them. Men would tip their hat as they passed a lady in the street and offer her a chair at functions where seating was inadequate. We were treated as royalty. And rightly so for a woman of virtue...

Alas, feminism destroyed the romance, esteem, purity and dream of femininity. It changed our world and made the truly feminine woman drown in a sea of masculine attributes which not only overwhelmed her but saw her domestic endeavours looked down upon as  non productive and her a subservient doormat.  A non person. 

Today it is a sad fact that a lot of women who live life according to the ideals of Titus 2 and Proverbs 31, are in the minority and suffer great loneliness and even isolation.  Especially when they choose to stay at home and give God control of their womb..especially when they submit to their husbands... especially when they home school their children... especially when they truly follow scriptural principles in godly womanhood.

We live in a world that has rejected biblical living and femininity. Long gone are the ideals of living as a Titus 2 and Proverbs 31 woman. We who strive to go against the tide of popular feministic life-styles and worldly opinion are often bereft of friends in real life who will support us.

We turn to books and blogs and forums for like-minded women and we look at  the pictures and dress of women of yesteryear who had the privilege of living their lives with  the approval of a society that was more genteel and modest than ours today. . Yet, as we spit the ashes of smouldering dreams out of our mouths, we dare to dream that it still could be like that ....

That is, I believe, why it is so...

© Glenys Robyn Hicks

I will therefore that the younger women marry, bear children, guide the house, give none occasion to the adversary to speak reproachfully. 1 Timothy 5:14

Tuesday, 20 June 2017


We were celebrating Chris's birthday and had a couple of friends over. The men were watching a truck program which is good for Chris- he needs to have some manly talk occasionally... it must be horrible to just have me to talk to about cars... if it goes, it's a good car, know what I mean?

She edged into it so gently.. "I understand with all your medications and your heart and back problems that you find it hard to lose weight... but don't you know that all that weight's dangerous?... you say that you can't lose weight but what if you keep getting bigger?" Yes indeed.

That's the worry. But in those questions I could see that she hadn't an inkling- not even an iota of an inkling that chronic illness causes weight problems in a lot of cases, and it's simply not possible for most of us to exercise. Short of starving ourselves, we won't lose an ounce. And we can't even starve ourselves, for every medication cautions us to take with or immediately after....FOOD!

I am not the kind of girl to live on a caraway seed. Or celery. And with my metabolism, even that would make me gain weight! Oh that she would understand, but she has no wisdom- not even an iota! 

© Glenys Robyn Hicks 

 Oh, that you would be silent, and it would be your wisdom! Job 13:5

Thursday, 15 June 2017


There is a very old, unpleasant and dangerous game around. In it married couples fling insults and put downs, and indulge in innuendo and other tactics that are designed to bring their spouse down.

This game, apart from being utterly unpleasant for others to watch, is guaranteed to cause resentment between spouses and create general ill feeling toward each other, which will permeate all who come in their circles. The game is called Shoot The Spouse!

Really good contestants in the game will acquire years of practice before finally extinguishing any semblance of respect and love in their affronted spouse. They ideally will have started with snide remarks and sarcasm, gradually building up to full blown insults, punctuated by demands and threats.

The really seasoned contestants will have the ability to silence their spouse with a look or gesture, practiced over many years of tense stand-offs and silent treatment. A truly professional and seasoned player of The Game will be able to successfully reduce a spouse to tears or blows, usually dependant on the spouses’ gender.

Shoot The Spouse is especially deceptive is the fact that neither player initially appears to be playing as the leading player of the game will be such a consummate player as to ensure that the game will be fully established in its unpleasantness and demoralising affect before the targeted spouse is aware that they have been engaged in play.

Once engaged in Shoot The Spouse, it is often difficult to regain the affronted spouses’ affections as mentioned previously. Therefore, this game is especially conducive to lining divorce lawyers’ and marriage counselors’ pockets and the end result is that neither player wins! The makers of Shoot The Spouse advise that only those prepared to lose out on a harmonious home life and happy marriage, should compete in this game.

Shoot The Spouse is not a game for those who desire to keep their marriage vows, or for the kind-hearted, but it is highly recommended for those who love to live life on the edge and gamble with each other’s happiness. Those unwilling to risk or gamble with such high odds of blowing their spouse out of the water and shooting themselves in the foot, are advised not to play Shoot The Spouse!

© Glenys Robyn Hicks

"Nevertheless let every one of you in particular so love his wife even as himself; and the wife [see] that she reverence [her] husband." Ephesians 5:33

Saturday, 10 June 2017


In chronic illness, of all we suffer, not being believed by our nearest and dearest is the most painful! It cuts deep like a knife! 

One of my children gives me "the look" and we all know that look- for all types of "misdemeanours" from not making my bed to not being able to walk without my walker to not wearing makeup every day to .... just breathing! It's a look that just devastates me because it says so much! All negative! and that look wipes out all the good I have done for her over the years and still do... it's heart breaking and confidence sapping. 

I feel for you who are receivers of that look because I empathise. It is a look that kills...

LORD, I pray for  all Sisters who battle this "look" and the devastating emotional effects of it. Let us console each other in prayer, in love and in confidence that here we all understand, and we choose to lift up not bring down. Thank You that we can come to You when we feel so devastated emotionally, knowing that what we do or don't do is not as important as who we are. And we are priceless in Your sight. In the mighty Name of Jesus I pray that You console us.... Amen

© Glenys Robyn Hicks

Do not despise your mother when she is old.  Proverbs 23:22

Friday, 9 June 2017


An acquaintance of mine professes to be a Christian. A few years ago over a cuppa at my home, seeking to find some common ground to start a conversation with her, I asked how her relationship with Christ was going. I was taken aback by her vehement reply in which she told me that she hates it when people ask her that...
I just continued sipping my tea and she continued spewing out hateful words about her life being so much better now than when she first became a Christian... she then went on to tell me that she didn't need Christ anymore... I gulped my tea and nearly choked...
I was going to say that one is on dangerous ground when one uses Christ like a celestial Santa Claus. He is not a genie to be called when needed to grant a wish either. But her expression was stern and she was obviously annoyed that I had asked her such an outrageous question!
It was not fear of man that held me back, however, but I felt the Holy Spirit restrain me and instead, He urged me to pray for her. She is only young and no doubt there will be many times when she will find that she indeed does need Christ...
Each time that I meet this young woman, I am checked in the Spirit to keep quiet about God and to pray for her to have a real conversion experience. It will be a joy to hear her say one day that she doesn't know how she could live without Him and that she loves Him with all that she is! 

© Glenys Robyn Hicks

Thou shalt love the LORD thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy mind..  Matthew 22:37

Thursday, 8 June 2017


The first time I came across post-natal depression was when my daughter had just given birth to her first child. She was elated with her baby but about a week later she had crying fits that came for no apparent reason. At first we put them down to baby blues. But then came irrational thoughts and feelings. She believed her husband didn’t love her anymore. Feeling ugly, she was sure her husband was having an affair. She believed her mother-in-law didn’t like her and was trying to overtake her baby. None of which was true.

One night when the baby was about 5 weeks old, we were called to her home by her frantic husband- she had packed all hers and the baby’s clothes in the car and was demanding the car keys. We raced to her home and were met by a daughter we had never seen before. Red-faced, unkempt and crying loudly. Fortunately her husband had the foresight to hide the car keys as she was in no fit state to drive anywhere. 
She tried to take the baby out of her crib to take her away, but we stood in front of her so she could not get her. I tried to reason with her but she just kept screaming that she had had enough- her husband didn’t love her or the baby- she was fat and he was certainly seeing someone else. It was heart-breaking to see him in tears too pleading with her to calm down and declaring his love for her. 

Eventually she ran out of voice and strength and collapsed in my arms quite spent. I stroked her hair and her husband came and took her in his arms and comforted her. He was able at last to reason with her and she agreed to see a doctor the next day. We took the car keys with us at his request. Satisfied that the immediate danger was over, we returned home. The next day, my daughter and her husband went to see a doctor who diagnosed post-natal depression. For about 2 months my daughter took anti-depressants and became the loving calm girl we had always known. It was frightening to see what hormones can sometimes do to a woman. 

We were a little apprehensive when she gave birth to her second child. In fact the post-natal depression manifested itself in panic-attacks the first few hours after she gave birth. I notified the midwives about my daughter’s agitation and previous depressions and they sent a doctor to see her. She was put onto medication immediately and was much more relaxed and happy with motherhood. The medications were only needed for about 2 months. I was so glad that I had noticed the signs sooner this time.

I would say to all new mothers or grandmothers that if a depression goes beyond the blue that most of us experience in the first few days after childbirth, a doctor should be consulted. Hormones play a major part in promoting and maintaining pregnancy and lactation, but can sometimes also cause major depression. This can lead to disastrous results if left unattended. If my daughter ever has another child, I will be alert to any mood swings signaling post-natal depression. It should never be underestimated and should be treated promptly when discovered. 

I thank God for medication and a sensible son-in-law. Sometimes we mothers need a little help in getting well when our hormones make our depression soar way beyond a little blue.

Also, to show just how fickle hormones can be my daughter gave birth to her third child with no post-natal depression at all. 

© Glenys Robyn Hicks

Thou tellest my wanderings: put thou my tears into thy bottle: are they not in thy book? Psalm 56:8

Wednesday, 7 June 2017


In a world where there is this ‘dog eat dog’ mentality and everyone from the time they learn to walk is pushed to produce, enjoyment in life has dwindled. It is replaced by an undercurrent of anxiety that diminishes the potential any experience or act has for plain old enjoyment.

How many times have you asked someone if they play a musical instrument? Most times, if the person does play, they will tell you- and then follow it with an apology for their lack of true talent.

The hostess of a tea party may fret over the food she has served you- even though it is the most scrumptious of fare! And the young football player berates himself for the lost goal even though his wonderful efforts helped his team win the game.

We modern-age people have generally lost the art of enjoying life and having fun. Our competitiveness and the constant urging of our peers for perfection makes a lot of people not only anxious but irritable and lacking in confidence. No longer are we satisfied with doing our best- we constantly want to excel and outshine others.

Watching the animal kingdom can teach us to relax and enjoy life. A cat for example, is quite content with being simply, a cat. She lives as a cat, seems to enjoy her lot and seems to be generally content. She does not exhibit traits of anxiety as she tries to outdo the cat next door- she lives her life well according to her ability and does not compare herself to other cats. We see this in all the animal kingdom.

I believe we would do well to take a leaf out of the animal kingdom’s book and learn to be content with our best. It is not necessary to outdo everyone in life. The older a person gets, the more obvious it becomes that there will always be someone smarter or dumber than yourself. We have to learn to do our best and then relax a little.

Jesus Christ died that we might have an abundant and full life. We are to do our best and leave the rest to God. Seeking to outdo and excel others in matters brings us into the sphere of conceit and this causes discontent, envy, jealousies, arguments and strife- the complete opposite of holy living.

I believe that not enjoying one’s life is a sad state to be in and is not God-honouring. Doing one’s best and being content is the path to peace and enjoyment of the life God redeemed for you. Accepting your strengths and weaknesses will help you live a free life. Do you enjoy life?

© Glenys Robyn Hicks

‘But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, longsuffering, gentleness, goodness, faith, Meekness, temperance: against such there is no law. ’ Galatians 5:22-23 

Monday, 5 June 2017


You have a problem and you share it with your trusted friend. It's been weighing heavily on you and you just want a sounding know you can trust your friend, for she is a praying Christian.... 

Mulling over your friend's view on your problem, and praying with her, you feel somewhat relieved... as the old proverb goes, "a problem shared is a problem halved" A new perspective has changed the way you think, and a chink of light is coming through a door that has been closed....It seems that your friend has actually confirmed your course of action as being from the LORD. You praise Him for her friendship and wisdom.

Over a short time, you find that your judgement about her has been wrong, because people start passing comments and giving advice about your problem-obviously, they are "in the know". Your friend is a gossip... Over many years as a Christian and counselling both friends and sisters in the LORD, I have been privy to some very delicious gossip. Sometimes I have wanted to share it with someone, but I hold back. Even if it means biting my tongue to keep it quiet...

I hold back because not only do I love my sister in Christ, but I love the LORD. As a confidante, I have a responsibility to keep a confidence just that- something told me in confidence! If I give way to my flesh, I will not only betray my sister, but cause my LORD to be saddened. Counselling or helping is a serious business. I dare not repeat what I have heard, no matter how tantalising!

The LORD hates backbiting, meddling in another's affairs and using prayer as a means to gossip. I would imagine that we have all experienced sharing our hearts, only to find that others come to know of it. It is sad.

What is sad, is that instead of being a trusted servant of the LORD, ministering to other's needs, the gossip is the starter of fires that can't very easily be put out. And in the gossiping, comes hurt and betrayal and worse than that, the inability of the LORD to use you in bringing His Word and help to someone.

Although it hurts to be the recipient of tantalising gossip and not being able to share it, the hurt one experiences as a gossiping Christian would be far worse. You will not be trusted again. Not by people who know you, or the LORD. 

Because I have been a gossip and have seen first hand what gossip can do, I want to be seen as faithful and dependable now by the LORD...and with His help, I will never be rendered useless through gossip.

© Glenys Robyn Hicks

He that goeth about as a talebearer revealeth secrets: therefore meddle not with him that flattereth with his lips. Proverbs 20:19

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