Tuesday, 30 May 2017


You may remember in a previous post that we were discussing circadium rhythm or body clock. It is so important to work in with our body clock, especially we chronically ill people, that I decided to research it a bit more and here basically is it in a nutshell...

When I was seeing my rheumatologist for lupus/fibromyalgia problems, she told me that it is not an old-wives' tale that the hours of sleep prior to midnight are the most refreshing. Apparently, an hours' sleep prior to midnight is equal to 2 after. This goes on our circadian rhythm. She advised me to be asleep by 10pm at the latest every night and to make bedtime a regular time- and getting up.

We know that a lot of chronic illness and certainly chronic pain can result in lack of good quality sleep, so it is even more important that we try to regulate sleeping in order to work with and not against, circadian rhythm. So do as I now do, and plan a regular time for retiring each night and work out a routine that tells your body that it's time for lights out!

By going to bed earlier, we Sacrificial home keepers can give our bodies extra time to relax in order to fall sleep. We all know that pain and even over tiredness can make it difficult to drop off to sleep or to stay asleep. Especially if one has sleep apnea as well. By being in bed by 10, we give our bodies more of a chance of catching some sleep... 
We have to get used to working with our body...

© Glenys Robyn Hicks

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

Monday, 29 May 2017


I have been a Christian for over 37 years now, and I have had to recognise that I will never work out things that are too deep for our mind.

I used to wonder how God is God- how He could be the Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end...

how the world was created- was it in 6 literal days, or days that equalled eons..

how the Blood covers sin- what was the significance of blood in sacrifice?

how the miracles occurred..

how Jesus rose from the dead... and exactly where He went when in the tomb for 3 days?

There were many more questions I wanted answers to, and I really tried in my limited reasoning to understand...and in doing so, I lost my peace...

Finally, I decided that some things just have to be taken on faith and by trust in God. How God is God and does the miraculous is beyond me. I just have to trust in Him and believe. That's where faith comes in and brings me peace. 

Being faithful and loving God and walking in the Spirit is what God calls me to do- the other stuff, frankly is none of my business....

© Glenys Robyn Hicks

But as it is written, Eye hath not seennor ear heard, neither have entered into the heart of man, the things which God hath prepared for them that love Him. 1 Corinthians 2:9

Tuesday, 23 May 2017


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

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

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

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

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

Blessings, Glenys 

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

Saturday, 20 May 2017


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 © Glenys Robyn Hicks 

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

Thursday, 18 May 2017


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

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

© Glenys Robyn Hicks

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

Wednesday, 17 May 2017


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

© Glenys Robyn Hicks

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

Sunday, 14 May 2017


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

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

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

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

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

© Glenys Robyn Hicks 

Happy Mother's Day to all mothers today

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

Wednesday, 10 May 2017


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

© Glenys Robyn Hicks

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

Tuesday, 9 May 2017


God has blessed me so much with giving me life to see my grandchildren accepting Him one by one. And He gives me the strength to continue praying and believing for my grown children who need to rededicate their life to Christ and for those grandchildren who are not yet in the Kingdom. I became a grandmother at 39, twelve years into my walk with  Christ, and each grandchild was prayed for the first time I held them.

Every day since then, they have been in my prayers and it has been a long path. But He continues to watch over some who are still in bad times. He has been faithful, and has brought quite a few through the most harrowing times, and delivered them.. I have had periods of estrangement to my children at times which has been as painful as a death, but God has brought them back into my arms. They never left my heart. 

And so I would encourage you today to never give up and to continue praying. My path is not over but my purpose as a Mum and Nan is to keep praying for them... Don’t let shame get in the way of the LORD continuing a good work in your life, but learn to trust in Him and be comforted by Him during your trials. Continue your own walk in the faith. By so doing, you will not give the Evil One another advantage: you losing your faith and witness as well as your child.... however temporary or permanent that may turn out to be. 

Ezekiel 18:20 reminds us that “…the son will not share the guilt of the father, nor will the father share the guilt of the son. The righteousness of the righteous man will be credited to him, and the wickedness of the wicked will be charged against him.” I can neither accept the blame nor take the credit. Guilt must cease because they are not from God.

I don't mean to sound like I "have it all" or "have arrived"- the LORD knows, I don't- and I don't know it all either..I am just sharing some thoughts that have helped me in the difficult times in my life as the mother of a prodigal.

To all parents of prodigals I say, "Don't look inward, behind or forward- just keep looking up! And remember that Jesus loves your child as much as you do!" As parents, we need to die to our dreams, our desires, and our expectations for our children. We need to love them unconditionally, expecting nothing in return.   Trust Christ to woo your child to Him and back into your arms! 

© Glenys Robyn Hicks 

[There is] therefore now no condemnation to them which are in Christ Jesus, who walk not after the flesh, but after the Spirit. Romans 8:1

Sunday, 7 May 2017


I really hate hypocrisy. The world is full of it and it really gets to me. In particular I hate that a person can be the worst person alive, but when she or he pass, suddenly everyone cries crocodile tears and says what a great person they were at their funeral! In my thinking, it's hypocritical. 

Another thing that gets me upset is people who gush all over you, then talk evil of you behind your back. We all know someone like this. Our love should be true-our friendship real and sincere. 

I have learned to get over the hurt of people who say they love us and don't bother to keep in touch or visit us. I saw this with my own father and step-father who were both housebound with heart and lung problems for years before they passed. Everyone of their friends didn't bother not only to visit them, but even phone them- yet there were copious tears and utterances of regret and undying love at their funerals.. and I find the same thing is happening to me. 

In 1969 I found myself pregnant to my fiance at 16 and decided to resist my parents' offer to get an abortion for me or bring up my child as their own, and I married. But my grandmother who was pregnant before her own hasty marriage, refused to attend mine because I was with child..it hurt. 

People, even Christians are notoriously hypocritical at times, which is not only distasteful to me, but smacks of dishonesty and deceit. May we be women of integrity in our living and our living starts with attitude. Let us guard our hearts from hypocrisy at all times.

© Glenys Robyn Hicks

Let love be without hypocrisy. Abhor what is evil. Cling to what is good. Romans 12:9

Saturday, 6 May 2017


Chris and I have downsized to live in an affordable home. It is a two bedroom, one bathroom unit and we love it. It is large enough to be comfortable, but small enough to keep clean and feel cosy. We are content.
Hearing that we had downsized to save on rent, a couple who live by themselves in a 4 bedroom 2.5 bathroom and with 9 TV's, commented that our modest abode was quite large enough for two people. Chris and I almost burst out laughing! So much swaggering amuses us and it was just like they were saying "good enough for you! "
Without God in one's life, posturing and swaggering helps fill the void that He should fill in our hearts, thoughts and lives. Materialism is endless and breeds discontent in the end. One can never have enough material possessions. We have learned that contentment comes from within, not without.
Our home is adequate for us, our car will suffice even though it is getting quite old. It still gets us around. We are happy with enough money to pay the gas bill and rent and put food on the table. Sure we would love to be blessed so that we could do more, but we are thankful for what we have. We have something that those people will never have: contentment and tact and the love of a Saviour Who always gives us our daily bread.
© Glenys Robyn Hicks Not that I speak in regard to need, for I have learned in whatever state I am, to be content: 1 Philippians 4:11

Friday, 5 May 2017


‘Simply Love’

I saw them walking today, her smaller hand held in his, 

His arthritic thumb bent at an angle, yet still firmly and protectively holding onto hers. 
She lagged behind a bit, her aged legs unable to hurry-
She seemed content to let him lead as he had undoubtedly done all their lives.
She never even glanced at the road as they crossed, 
So used to having him lead well: faith in his competence made her trust him. 
What trials had they overcome, what life experiences had they shared, 
Stumbling and standing together through life’s journey, 
Facing all things together whilst living as one? 
In such a simple act, I saw the simplicity of love – 
So precious though elusive and seldom found:- they held it in their hearts and hands.

Love suffers long and is kind; love does not envy; love does not parade itself, is not puffed up; does not behave rudely, does not seek its own, is not provoked, thinks no evil; does not rejoice in iniquity, but rejoices in the truth; bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.  1 Corinthians 13:4-7

Thursday, 4 May 2017


Today is my 64th birthday and I am not phased at getting older.  I do not get depressed about ageing, but I do sense a certain urgency to live better and to make sure that I do not waste something that is irreplaceable and of great value - time!

It's sometimes tradition on birthdays to evaluate your life.... What have I achieved in nearly 7  decades of living? What do I want to achieve? Where is my life heading? What things are key in my life in regards to importance and eternity? What changes can I make to live better and cherish that which I do hold dear? Quite a lot to think on really.

As I sit and reflect, I know that I have to make some changes in my life as regards growing closer to the LORD, and memorising scripture better. I have to seriously build myself up physically as well whilst trimming a lot of excess avoir du pois off my truly small frame.

I realise that I can only make changes by repenting of a lot of negative thinking and attitudes that have gathered like moss on a stone. And by clinging to the LORD, for I know that without Him as the foundation, I can achieve nothing of eternal value.

One thing to reflect on is one that makes me content. I am basically living a good Christian life. I found that out when I was misdiagnosed with a terminal dementia like disease 8 years ago. You have got to believe me when I say that a person who believes they are dying questions what is important in their life and tries to make amends where it is lacking! I didn't have to change anything! I believe our sanctification is ongoing...I am far from perfect and there are some weeds in my garden that need to be pulled. I have far to go in some things..

Yes, today is a day for reflection as well as thanks for the great gift of life! And I can rejoice, because ageing doesn't bother me! 

© Glenys Robyn Hicks

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

Wednesday, 3 May 2017



It's amazing how when you aren't chronically ill how you take so many things for granted. Things like getting in and out of a bath, taking a shower, even toileting when your back is in spasm, bending forward to clean your teeth, standing at the kitchen sink, wiping benches in the kitchen, sweeping the floor or simply bending to pick something up....

It once was an easy task to climb up and down stairs, get on and off trams or buses, walk to the letterbox and push a shopping trolley around the supermarket. Not any more...

Everything we do has to be measured up and spoons metered out before a task is actually done. It certainly impinges on our spontaneity. For us, there usually are lots of ramifications when we have tried to be spontaneous. Pain and more of it!..

Normals would probably view our hesitancy to do a task as procrastination or laziness, and before becoming a Sacrificial Home Keeper, I would have as well... but we simply are adapting to our new normal...

When our illness is invisible, we just want to be respected and understood, but inevitably, we are judged. Especially so if we have become overweight because of illness...

I am just so glad that God knows exactly what is in our heart and understands. We are loved unconditionally- and this is so comforting to us who only know scathing remarks and criticism in this fallen world we are travelling through.

© Glenys Robyn Hicks

The LORD will strengthen him on his bed of illness; You will sustain him on his sickbed. Psalm 41:3

Monday, 1 May 2017


Most of us have been scarred somewhere in our life journey. Parents, siblings, playmates, teachers, employers and bullies have all chipped away at our confidence. Many of us have tried our hardest to be what others expected of us... and sadly, most of us have failed, or at least feel like we have.

Self doubt is a killer of confidence and happiness, and it stifles us. We lack drive to dream, to set goals, to even hope. And when chronic illness comes into play, the spiral of self doubt and hopelessness gets deeper. We feel there is no way out.. But there is a way out. The way out is to consider what God says about you. Here are some things He says about *you*...

Not sure who you really are? Read this list of Biblical truths that reveal who God made you to be.
*I am complete in Him Who is the Head of all principality and power (Colossians 2:10).
*I am alive with Christ (Ephesians 2:5).
*I am free from the law of sin and death (Romans 8:2).
*I am far from oppression, and fear does not come near me (Isaiah 54:14).
*I am born of God, and the evil one does not touch me (1 John 5:18).
*I am holy and without blame before Him in love (Ephesians 1:4; 1 Peter 1:16).
*I have the mind of Christ (1 Corinthians 2:16; Philippians 2:5).
*I have the peace of God that passes all understanding (Philippians 4:7).
I have the Greater One living in me; greater is He Who is in me than he who is in the world (1 John 4:4).
I have received the gift of righteousness and reign as a king in life by Jesus Christ (Romans 5:17).
I have received the spirit of wisdom and revelation in the knowledge of Jesus, the eyes of my understanding being enlightened (Ephesians 1:17-18).
I have received the power of the Holy Spirit to lay hands on the sick and see them recover, to cast out demons, to speak with new tongues. I have power over all the power of the enemy, and nothing shall by any means harm me (Mark 16:17-18; Luke 10:17-19).
I have put off the old man and have put on the new man, which is renewed in the knowledge after the image of Him Who created me (Colossians 3:9-10).
I have given, and it is given to me; good measure, pressed down, shaken together, and running over, men give into my bosom (Luke 6:38).
I have no lack for my God supplies all of my need according to His riches in glory by Christ Jesus (Philippians 4:19).
I can quench all the fiery darts of the wicked one with my shield of faith (Ephesians 6:16).
I can do all things through Christ Jesus (Philippians 4:13).
I show forth the praises of God Who has called me out of darkness into His marvelous light (1 Peter 2:9).
I am God’s child for I am born again of the incorruptible seed of the Word of God, which lives and abides forever (1 Peter 1:23).
I am God’s workmanship, created in Christ unto good works (Ephesians 2:10).
I am a new creature in Christ (2 Corinthians 5:17).
I am a spirit being alive to God (Romans 6:11;1 Thessalonians 5:23).
I am a believer, and the light of the Gospel shines in my mind (2 Corinthians 4:4).
I am a doer of the Word and blessed in my actions (James 1:22,25).
I am a joint-heir with Christ (Romans 8:17).I am more than a conqueror through Him Who loves me (Romans 8:37).
I am an overcomer by the blood of the Lamb and the word of my testimony (Revelation 12:11).
I am a partaker of His divine nature (2 Peter 1:3-4).
I am an ambassador for Christ (2 Corinthians 5:20).
I am part of a chosen generation, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a purchased people (1 Peter 2:9).
I am the righteousness of God in Jesus Christ (2 Corinthians 5:21).
I am the temple of the Holy Spirit; I am not my own (1 Corinthians 6:19).
I am the head and not the tail; I am above only and not beneath (Deuteronomy 28:13).
I am the light of the world (Matthew 5:14).
I am His elect, full of mercy, kindness, humility, and longsuffering (Romans 8:33; Colossians 3:12).
I am forgiven of all my sins and washed in the Blood (Ephesians 1:7).
I am delivered from the power of darkness and translated into God’s kingdom (Colossians 1:13).
I am redeemed from the curse of sin, sickness, and poverty (Deuteronomy 28:15-68; Galatians 3:13).
I am firmly rooted, built up, established in my faith and overflowing with gratitude (Colossians 2:7).
I am called of God to be the voice of His praise (Psalm 66:8; 2 Timothy 1:9).
I am healed by the stripes of Jesus (Isaiah 53:5; 1 Peter 2:24).
I am raised up with Christ and seated in heavenly places (Ephesians 2:6; Colossians 2:12).
I am greatly loved by God (Romans 1:7; Ephesians 2:4; Colossians 3:12; 1 Thessalonians 1:4).
I am strengthened with all might according to His glorious power (Colossians 1:11).
I am submitted to God, and the devil flees from me because I resist him in the Name of Jesus (James 4:7).
I press on toward the goal to win the prize to which God in Christ Jesus is calling us upward (Philippians 3:14).
For God has not given us a spirit of fear; but of power, love, and a sound mind (2 Timothy 1:7).
It is not I who live, but Christ lives in me (Galatians 2:20)

We can see that we no longer have to strive to be accepted or loved. We already are- by the One Who is the most important one to please. That should tell us something of our importance: Our Creator God came and died for us so that He can spend eternity with us...So you know, you have got to be more than enough!

And as for being good enough: we won't ever be good enough! But it doesn't matter... we are righteous because of what Christ has done. So don't worry about being good enough. And don't worry about self-doubt: just read the scriptures and know that you are greatly loved just as you are.. and that's something that you should never stop believing about yourself! After all, you're good enough to die for! You have God's Word on that! 

© Glenys Robyn Hicks
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