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Sunday, 27 August 2017

MY BASIC MONTHLY CLEANING SCHEDULE


I have a monthly cleaning schedule which I try to adhere to. Generally, I manage to keep up with it, but there are days when fibromyalgia or angina kick in and I can't follow it.

I have included it here for easy access to it for myself, and in the hopes that it may help someone else who is trying to keep up with their own home. Due to problems with my heart and back, I have a lady, Lee come to clean my floors and bathrooms once a month.  I simply don't have enough spoons or energy to do it all myself anymore...

Over the years, I have tried to keep up, but cannot, so the local council have got me some help. I am over feeling guilty for being ill. Sometimes we have to accept that we can't be the same as a healthier woman. Thank God, He knows my frame.



  MONTHLY CLEANING SCHEDULE

WEEK 1–KITCHEN /DINING ROOM-LEE

SUNDAY
MONDAY
TUESDAY
WEDNESDAY
THURSDAY
FRIDAY
SATURDAY
Church
Laundry
Fold/Put Up
Pantry and Refrigerator
Laundry
Fold/Put Up
Sort pills
Change sheets
Bins/litter
Wipe Out Micro/oven
Check scripts
Aldi and Chemist
Dishes
Dishes
Dishes
Dishes
Dishes
Dishes
Dishes


WEEK 2–ENTRYWAY /LIVING AREAS 

SUNDAY
MONDAY
TUESDAY
WEDNESDAY
THURSDAY
FRIDAY
SATURDAY
Church
Laundry
Fold/Put Up
Sweep Front Porch
Laundry
Fold/Put Up
Sort pills
Change sheets
Bins/litter
Linen press
Check scripts
Aldi and Chemist
Dishes
Dishes
Dishes
Dishes
Dishes
Dishes
Dishes

WEEK 3–BEDROOM/OFFICES

SUNDAY
MONDAY
TUESDAY
WEDNESDAY
THURSDAY
FRIDAY
SATURDAY
Church
Laundry
Fold/Put Up
Clean Offices
Laundry
Fold/Put Up
Sort pills
Change Sheets/doona
Bins/litter
Declutter in Master
Check scripts
Aldi and Chemist
Dishes
Dishes
Dishes
Dishes
Dishes
Dishes
Dishes

WEEK 4–BATHROOMS /LAUNDRY ROOM Lee

SUNDAY
MONDAY
TUESDAY
WEDNESDAY
THURSDAY
FRIDAY
SATURDAY
Church
Laundry
Fold/Put Up
Clean cupboards
Laundry
Fold/Put Up
Sort pills
Change Sheets
Bins/litter
Wash mat/lint from dryer
Check scripts
Aldi and Chemist
Dishes
Dishes
Dishes
Dishes
Dishes
Dishes
Dishes



© Glenys Robyn Hicks


Bless the LORD, O my soul, And forget not all His benefits: Who forgives all your iniquities, Who heals all your diseases,  Psalm 103:2-3

Wednesday, 23 August 2017

DON'T FEEL GUILTY FOR BEING A WOMAN


As a  friend of mine  said,   women are  made to feel so guilty for being women-   wanting  to marry,   stay  home and  keep  house and mother our children!   We  have nothing to thank  the feminist movement for. .. our identity as women  has  been  trampled  on  and  we who  wish to stay at  home  have had  that dream sullied by strident women who have penis envy!

We women are created to nurture. It is in our nature to pick up a dolly and embrace her from the time we can grasp her and bring her to our chest and lips... it is entirely natural for us to offer that dolly sustenance from a toy bottle or even our breast, in imitation of our mothers feeding younger siblings...

How many of us have received a cup of tea from tiny teacups, sipping it slowly to delight our little hostesses who are still too young to be entrusted with real teapots and teacups?  Or watched the toddler girl trying to tuck her baby into her tiny dolly's pram, covering its head completely and far too young to really tuck her in? -yet her tenderness and concern is charming to watch...

Now the feminists try to tell us that we are responsible for training our daughters to become servile, and meek and weak, forcing them into a life of subservience that thwarts their potential both personally and financially.  It is easy to see that the majority of these feminists have not mothered sons who will toddle up to a dolly and proceed to poke at her eyes and twist her joints and disrobe her in an attempt to see how she works... his interest is one of inquisitiveness.... he too is doing what comes naturally to him. Working things out in a practical way...

Feminists have been instrumental in promoting contraception and abortion on demand.  They have stolen a lot of women's dreams of being mothers and have often lied to them about consequences that they say are  detrimental to them- mostly career achievements that in the end leave them with empty arms and ashes in their mouth. 

Even the married woman is convinced that her desire to be a mother is misplaced, especially if her desire is for a large family, and sadly even in some churches, this is seen to be an ambition that is frowned upon.  Yet God Himself has placed the desire to bear children and to bring children up, in our hearts.  Yet many feel guilty that they have these desires.... desires which are God given and good.

What God considers of great importance, creating a happy home for the raising of children unto Him, with the blessing of marriage and a committed father, is being destroyed by feminists who are often self-proclaimed lesbian man-haters... women who see marriage as a male invention of tyranny and control, and pregnancy as the undesirable biological entrapment of their gender...

From an early age a little girl will often be fascinated by brides and all the trimmings of a wedding, and again this is natural.  Yet feminists have now managed to influence girls to delay getting married or to cohabit without expecting or even wanting to be married, and again we find the women of today who secretly long to be married feeling guilty for desiring something that really is their birthright as women.  Feminism has taken away that which is precious to our identity as women- being a wife and enjoying the security and esteem that being married brings to a woman who loves her man...

Whilst some feminists did marry and have children, most divorced as their feminist ways weren't conducive to a happy marriage.  Still others cohabited but remained voluntarily childless... many took lesbian lovers.. 

Now not everyone is called to be married and mothers, but these feminist women have so trampled on our natural identity as women that young women and girls are feeling guilty for being women!  They are so confused with what they want in life that they are not only guilty that they want marriage, home and children  but that they are also afraid.  They are often forced to excel at school and university in order to provide for themselves, and are often in the position of finding out that even though they do now want marriage and motherhood, that they have left their run too late.  

Thanks to feminism making women guilty and afraid of their womanhood, many women who in the natural scheme of things, should already be wives and mothers, are doomed to remain single.  Or, hearing the biological clock  ticking, they find their only option to at least become mothers limited to a one night stand or artificial insemination.... hardly ideal for the foundation of a new family...

I know this is true because I have an acquaintance who has fallen for the feminists' lies and who now has found herself in exactly that position.... we are waiting to see how she approaches being childless, which reportedly happened to Germaine Greer after she discovered she did in fact want a child but was unable to have one....

All this feministic clap-trap has done nothing for womankind but heap coals of fire on young women's heads. What should be a natural God-given course of life for a woman has been thwarted and defiled... Countless women have actually become victims of feminists' lies and are destined to live out lonely sad lives... lives rich in worldly possessions but poor in those things of eternal value.

I am sorry for the young women today who feel guilty for being a woman.... I pray that they will come to realise that they are victims of feminist women who tried to liberate them from the good things God had for them, but who instead bound them up in chains of regret and longings that they will have to endure for the rest of their lonely lives...

Please ladies, don't let feminists make you feel guilty for being a woman...

 © Glenys Robyn Hicks

Lo, children are an heritage of the LORD: and the fruit of the womb is his reward. Psalm 127:3



Saturday, 19 August 2017

STAYING WELL FED SPIRITUALLY



All Christians must feed their spirit by ensuring that they have a regular meal of the Word by having quiet time for prayer and study. For the chronically ill woman, a time of prayer and bible study is even more crucial to her daily walk and spiritual health, for if she is to have any strength to face the day, she must find it in Christ.

I find that the mornings are not a good time for me to study the Word. Indeed, they are not a good time physically or mentally for me at all- even though I do love the special quietness and beauty of the early morning.

Illness and my medications have induced a difficulty in processing anything written early in the morning. I can read something only to find that I haven't taken it in properly, making me feel frustrated. So I have downloaded scripture on the Net and I listen to the Word.

I find that my prayers some days can be disjointed as my medications work...and I have found that by remembering that the Spirit Himself groans for us and intercedes to the Father, that I am comforted that I don't have to worry that God won't understand me. He is far above our finite minds and understands the groanings of the Spirit.

We need to focus on God for we sacrificial home keepers must cling to Jesus on a moment by moment basis. By feeding our spirits, we can recall the Word and feel close to the LORD in times of extreme fatigue or pain.

Here are some ideas to focus on Him:

Find a quiet place.
Take your Bible, a notebook, pen, and perhaps a favourite devotional.
You can play worship music if your desire. I listen to the Word and play worship music later on.
Remain quiet in God's presence.
Meditate on His love for you, sing, or don't sing. Just listen.
Drink in the Lord's love, unhurriedly savouring Him.
Listen for His voice.
Note anything God reveals to you.
Search your heart.
Ask the Lord to reveal areas or issues in your life that need changing.
Pray for yourself, family, friends, church, and others.
Remember, God is sovereign. His ways are not our ways. Be sensitive to His desire for you each moment. Often He requires less of you than you require of yourself.
It's not about a schedule. It's not about spending a particular number of minutes or hours. Time with Him is about desiring God and pleasing Him.

Remember He Who notices and cares for the sparrow, cares for you. It is so important that you draw your strength from God by feeding your spirit so that you can face the day.

© Glenys Robyn Hicks

"My voice shalt thou hear in the morning, O LORD; in the morning will I direct my prayer unto thee, and will look up. " Psalm 5:3

Sunday, 13 August 2017

GENDERLESS AND CLUELESS



Have you ever walked down the street and done a double-take when someone walks by whose sex is undistinguishable? Doesn't it just grate on you as you search frantically to ascertain the persons' gender? It's almost an unconscious compulsion isn't it? Why is it so? I believe that God has decreed that all things should be natural. It is natural to see a definition of gender, from clothes to hair length to deportment.

When I was ill (under active thyroid) and losing my hair, I cut my hair really really short in an effort to save it, (which I did) But I remember the reaction of shock and horror of my family when they first saw it!

My step-father in particular remarked to my mother that he didn't know how any woman could do that to herself! I later told him of my hair loss problem, and he could see my point. So strongly did my mother feel about it, that she told me if I ever cut my hair like that again , she would never speak to me! Going against the natural order definitely rattles most people because we instinctively know that God has provided definition of the genders in nature!

Doth not even nature itself teach you, that, if a man have long hair, it is a shame unto him? 1 Corinthians 11:4

God is very explicit about gender differences and keeping those differences. In fact, He calls cross-dressing etc an abomination. 

The woman shall not wear that which pertaineth unto a man, neither shall a man put on a woman's garment: for all that do so [are] abomination unto the LORD thy God.Deuteronomy 22:5

I believe that we should dress in a manner that is not only modest, but that preserves the differences of the genders. Whilst there are many opinions on what that dress consists of, I will make a generalisation here, and say simply that our dress should emphasis our God-given gender in whatever culture we live in. I say this because in some countries, a woman can wear pants and still retain her femininity, and a man can wear skirts or kilts and still be distinguishable as masculine. However, there should be no doubt whatsoever in distinguishing our gender.

If it is important enough for God to mention this in scripture, then we should take it to heart and avoid unisex clothing that tries to negate gender differences through total androgyny. This is abomination to the LORD, and goes against nature. Let's rejoice in our femininity and teach that to our daughters and granddaughters, and let us encourage masculine dressing of our sons and grandsons. Not only will society benefit, but it will please God.

© Glenys Robyn Hicks

Saturday, 12 August 2017

PERFECT LOVE CASTS OUT FEAR



We all give way to fear at times.... chronic illness in ourselves or those we love tends to do that... but it does give me great comfort to know that we have Jesus Christ the righteous interceding on our behalf...

I fear possible heart surgery and the probability that I may not grow to be old bones, and when I dwell on that, it can consume me with fear... and it is then that I make myself consider Whose I am and Who holds me in His Hand...

With many trials for myself and the illness almost unto death of my youngest daughter with leukaemia 2 years ago, I can testify that God made His Presence known in a tangible way... and when I was too emotionally spent to pray at my daughter's sick bed in ICU, His Holy Spirit was not only hovering around me but inside me... the peace that passed all human understanding was very, very real..

Jesus is our High Priest. We do not need an intermediary nor do we need to pray to Saints... we have a High Priest with our best interest in His loving Heart, praying to our Father- His Father, for us...

Let's keep that in mind when we fall into fear... Jesus Christ the righteous is always there, and perfect love casts out fear ....

© 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

Wednesday, 9 August 2017

OPEN THEIR EYES AND EARS LORD!


So last Monday we went to the funeral of one of Chris's workmates. I was lucky to find a seat in the chapel because it was standing room only. He was very well liked...
It was a moving service but I personally only met the man a couple of times, so he was more an acquaintance than a friend. Still it brought a tear to my eye when I saw his pictures on the slideshow that showed some of the life of a man who died of cancer at the early age of 57...
There was no mention of God, in fact at the committal of the body, I was shocked to hear the celebrant intone a blessing of giving him to the elements from which he came: water, fire etc. It smacked of wicca to me... not that he would have believed in any form of religion, even witchcraft...

There was a distinct lack of understanding as people commented on him being "upstairs having one h-ll of a party" and hoping he was having a good time. I tried not to think of him being eternally lost...
Chris, at the wake was talking to a mutual friend and mentioned Christ and the friend replied that he didn't believe in that b-ll s--t which is a real pity as he is facing major heart surgery in a few weeks, of which he told Chris he will be lucky to survive...
I cannot understand why people simply can't see that a loving God created the universe and that He has our best intentions at heart, even in our darkest and most painful times...
What a comfort it would have been to know that the deceased man would be in Heaven and that his grieving wife and children would see him again... and that the sick friend who is facing a possible quick demise would be comforted in the knowledge that alive or dead, he was the LORD'S...
I guess I am idealistic or naive, but wouldn't any thinking person want to place their eternal soul into the hands of a loving God and be certain that they would not perish into the Lake of Fire for eternity, rather than to leave earth unsaved?
For these people have heard of the Gospel or Good News, but have rejected it... and there is no salvation other than through Jesus... and as I sat at the table of the crowded hall where the wake was, I felt a sadness for all those people who were lost...
Somehow, I don't think they would have appreciated this fat old lady standing on a chair announcing that the LORD is coming soon and they should repent... so today, in my quiet time, I pray for them to have open eyes and ears, and to receive the Good News of salvation for themselves... 

© Glenys Robyn Hicks

Jesus said unto her, I am the resurrection, and the life: he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live:  John 25:11

Monday, 7 August 2017

A LESSON IN LOVE


Over the years of being a prayer warrior/intercessor I often reflect on the goodness of God and the depth of His love for us... I cannot tell you the times my phone has rung with a prayer request that is demanded and not even asked... it's sometimes a thankless task where you give your heart and soul on behalf of another and often never get thanked or see how God has answered. And so my thoughts often turn to God and how He feels....
It's not easy to be a God Who most often is overlooked except in time of dire emergency wherein the most neglectful of believers will actually fall on their knees and petition Him.... the emergency glass is broken and they will resort to prayer.
How sad it must be that God is often not included even in our celebrations of His birth and is all but forgotten in His death and resurrection... as we watch our little ones unwrap presents or scramble to find hidden Easter eggs...
There are those who will take and take and who would never even give Him thanks for answered prayer. No, it wouldn't be an easy job for Him...
God knows we are a fickle lot. All over Him on Sunday and then forgotten about until the next Sunday for a couple of hours.... He must weary over all of this, yet through all, God remains constant in His love for us, showing His unmerited favour and grace to His often fickle and shallowly self-centred children....
Of course, He is a bigger Person than I am, for I get annoyed at the demands of some people who expect Him to jump at their command and who get miffed if He doesn't or who pout and threaten to renounce Him if He answers prayer in a way that they don't like... yet He stays faithful...
I think this is indicative of the beautiful Heart of our Saviour. The Servant God Who receives little thought or thanks most times by a lot of His children... a lesson in selfless love and pure devotion...
Have you given thanks today? 

© 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

Sunday, 6 August 2017

ONE LIFE. LIVE IT WELL.



As a chronically ill person and full of pain, I know it is hard to feel happy. It's at logger heads with logic that one can be in pain yet still happy. But I do believe it's possible. 

Firstly, I must say that without Christ, I would be the most miserable person alive. It is He Who keeps me looking upwards instead of downwards and inwards... and it is through knowing Him that I can give thanks every morning I wake that He has given me another day of life. Yes, it's a painful life and sometimes it brings panic and depression. But until Christ comes or takes me Home, it's the only life I have. 

I intend to live it to the fullest within reason and the boundaries of my limitations.. I have no choice but to change plans and so on, but once I accept that this is my new normal and that is how God has ordained this season, I find peace. Not peace the world understands, but the peace that comes from Him and that goes beyond all human understanding.. So in my 65th year of life, I have a choice that I must make daily: to choose happiness and life or misery and no life. I choose happiness and life. 

It doesn't mean that I feel no pain. My limitations are still there and so are the scars. But I will change my plans, juggle my days to eke out my spoons and I will guard my thoughts and heart. I will be joyful. I will now choose to go to that event that my body rejects and I will plan to rest up afterwards. I will suffer an inevitable backlash of flares and pain afterwards and yes, my body will hurt as I sit in the car or plane or whatever- but it will still pain me and hurt me if I were to stay at home, even in bed. 

Every day is a blessing and how we live each day is how we live our life. I want to make memories. I want to remember more than being in pain and constant medications. That is why I choose to go overseas, even though in the natural my anxiety soars and I am afraid. I look to the positives and the memories of family I have yet to meet and places I have never seen. 

Even a sit outside in the air or a brief car trip that gets us out of the house can be a choice for freedom, joy and life. What are *your* choices? Choose life and joyful memories. One life. Live it well...


© 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

Saturday, 5 August 2017

DOMESTICITY IS STILL FAR AWAY




When I have a few spoons and feel that I need to get back to cleaning my house, I am really concerned about doing too much and burning out again, inducing another fibromyalgia flare. So I have to consider that as I plan my return to domesticity. I don't want another setback that puts me to bed again. It's all about spoons!

The journey back to domesticity is not without peril. There is a fine line between adequate expenditure of energy and exhaustion. Exhaustion can sneak up on you and bite you on the heel when you least expect it. Each day is a challenge as you will see in reading this post.... this is a typical day in my life as a chronically ill wife....

I can be managing quite nicely, up to my chin in folding clean clothes on my bed, when suddenly I wake with a start to find that I have fallen asleep and dribbled all over my husbands' underpants and shirts.Or I can plunge my hand into a sink of the cold and slimy water for soaking dishes left over from yesterdays' dinner that were supposed to be done as soon as I got your second wind after cooking last night. Only the second wind didn't come: not even a breeze!
Vacuuming can take forever as I find that the bag needs emptying and I can't find a new one and as I search, I smell a rancid odour from the washer, where I find yesterdays' wash finished and patiently waiting to be hung out. The washer is reset to rinse the smelly load but I forget to look for the vacuum bag as I fret about how many spoons it will cost to hang the clothes out.

Starting to feel anxious and overwhelmed, I decide to have a cup of tea. A donut in the pantry calls my name and as I open the microwave to heat it, I am surprised by my bowl of porridge left there at 6 am when I got my husband's breakfast. Pulling a tissue out of the box, I have a little cry into my cup of tea as I munch my donut. I am hungry because I didn't actually eat breakfast after all.

Sick at heart and already feeling tired, I decide to just chuck the clothes in the dryer, soak the dishes in fresh hot soapy water for washing later on in the afternoon and I have a nap... after all, a nana nap will help my brain fog clear and I can catch up then. But the afternoon brings it own set of woes as I wake disoriented and feeling worse. 

I consult my menu list only to find that even though I intended to get the meat out to defrost this morning, I had suddenly felt compelled to double check that I had taken my meds and then I forgot about the meat. With my confidence rattled, I wash the pans that are needed for tonight's cooking and resolve for the hundredth time today to do better.

Eventually the day draws to a close with the evenings' dishes soaking in the sink ready for that elusive second wind. And as I feed the cats and take my evening meds, I wonder if tomorrow will be any better...Lying in bed and in a funk bordering on depression, I start to pray for strength for the morrow and a restful nights' sleep. Only no thoughts come to pray with sense and I am swept into a fitful sleep on a long sighhhhh. 

So ends another day and domesticity is still far far away.


© 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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