A Silent Voice

With God’s hands lying on top of his, dyslexia has come as his greatest gift….the gift of creativity.  A beautiful, emotionally-charged, true story…..

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He listened to the adolescents innocently frolicking beyond the school. The merry-go-round is full of petticoats and saddle shoes, as very young men in dungarees and penny loafers fair the propulsion. Life was grand back then – hide and seek, dodge ball, and tag….except for the little child who remained on the school steps writing in his loose-leaf notebook. Tear drops fell where the pages filled up with dreams – sketches of boats and homes. A little child, reserved in dialog, smiled at the others as he drew a world others had never seen.

Parked on the hard concrete steps, weathering-in a t-shirt, shorts and Keds, sat this little butterball of an overweight kid. Drawing his life away, believing in his brothers, “Boy’s Life” magazines, he dreamt that someday he’d find his way to those pristine places.

A door opened and a teacher kicked him from behind. “Let’s go!”, she said as she blew her whistle. “It’s time for class. Lunch and recess is over.” So as not to be stampeded, he slid to the side and grabbed ahold of a rail, hoping the herd of classmates didn’t trammel his dreams. Last in class, he pulled his chair up to the front by the teachers desk. The class unmercifully laughed him.

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But in his world, time didn’t matter – just the joy of living somewhere else other than at a dirty desk of pencils and crayons. Trying to comprehend as a little child, the shortest in class wandered off in the middle of arithmetic. He took up space until the pre-dismissal bell rang. Finally! Another day of being made fun of had come to an end! So, he walked home with Peter, his next door neighbor.

And as the night drew near, the portable black and white waved it’s tinfoil rabbit ears. It was time to stick his nose back into the books of things he couldn’t remember. His little school desk at home sat in front of the window. He stared out into the dark and tried to count the lightning bugs. His mom would blurt out, “Okay, let’s go over your spelling words.” So he bluffed his way as though he had studied but there was no use….letters were reversed. Another night. In the tub, then saying prayers by 8:30. If only his father, who didn’t live with him, was there! He prayed so hard to him.

No one knows the artistic mind of childhood dreams, especially when many things in life are incomprehensible. Dyslexics only observe their life like a race. Their peers succeed, leaving them behind to only dream and think, “Why can’t I be as lucky as them?” But our God above knows, like a mother’s love, when one is so distraught. Where discipline was physical abuse, the frustrations would then grow as his living became more difficult.

Looking to the heavens today, where only answered prayers are sent, we see this little child again, struggling to do another mission – God’s work. We now listen to the innocence of a silent voice – one that brings home the memories of messages of long ago. For no one could ever imagine that that little child, today, would ever become an author! No one – not even him!

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You have just read an emotionally-charged, true story written and lived through the eyes of its “author”, Dana S. Bicks. Though it was very difficult for him to recall and write these early moments of his life, his message can be read loud and clear – NOTHING IS UNATTAINABLE! With God’s hands lying on top of his, dyslexia has come as his greatest gift….the gift of creativity.

Exodus 4:10-12

But Moses pleaded with the Lord, “O Lord, I’m not very good with words. I never have been, and I’m not now, even though you have spoken to me. I get tongue-tied, and my words get tangled.” Then the Lord asked Moses, “Who makes a person’s mouth? Who decides whether people speak or do not speak, hear or do not hear, see or do not see? Is it not I, the Lord? Now go! I will be with you as you speak, and I will instruct you in what to say.”

 


EDITOR’S NOTES:

I do not profess to be in this medical field so my notes, here, will not dwell into the causes of learning disabilities. Rather, I prefer to expand your knowledge about the thought processes of adults with these types of handicaps.

Your chances of knowing someone with an LD are pretty good. Do not assume that learning disabilities are always a bad thing. For many individuals, an LD gives them a distinct advantage. Consider these facts:

  • People with dyslexia tend to be broad thinkers, and intuitive. They are a sign of character and strength when tackling every day’s problems.

  • Dyslexics are often said to possess exceptional creative skills and an ability to bring together ideas from different areas of their life – an original and out of the box thinker, if you will. (Excellent story tellers and writers, you think?)

  • Many individuals have the dual diagnosis of being both gifted and LD. Therefore, everyone stands to gain from their brilliant mind.

 

 

Do you or someone you know, suffer, as an adult, with learning disabilities? Here is a list of suggestions to overcome LD adult fears of success:

  • Work at a job that takes advantage of your strengths.

  • Get lots of physical exercise.

  • Identify people who, “say what they mean and mean what they say” and hang out with them as much as possible.

  • Find that special thing that you do extremely well and run with it!

  • A positive attitude makes a big difference.

  • Remember that you do not have to be perfect!

  • Work in an area with few distractions so as to remain focused on the job at hand.

  • Use books-on-tape and assistive technology, such as screen readers, voice-recognition computer software, and spell check features.

  • Above all, pray for God to bless you with all your capabilities! He does answer prayers! God uses the disabled for His glory. He allows some people to be disabled to show His awesome love for all of creation and to help us imitate His love.

 


Learning Disabilities and the Law in the U.S.:
Public Law 105-17, the Individuals with Disabilities Education Act Amendments of 1997, is the federal special education law. IDEA was signed into law in June 1997, with final federal regulations published in March 1999. This law replaces all earlier versions of Public Law 94-142, the Education of All Handicapped Children Act of 1975.
In 2004, there was a reauthorization of the Individuals with Disabilities Education Improvement Act, where significant changes were made as to the identification of individuals with learning disabilities so that they can receive the needed educational services.

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Bearing My Faith

“I will follow all the days I remain beneath the shroud, bearing my faith, where I’m protected.”


 

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Walking as though to follow my prince, the footprints by the rejuvenated waves has once again returned to the annoying noise of things I forgot. All that remains are memories that fill my heart, as I sit alone waiting on my coffee. Smiles consume my spirit now. My yesteryears of illusions and nightmares now give way to answered prayers. Grateful to God, my life I owe to God’s never undying love for me. So, I come to the altar of time where all I can do is praise His name, bearing my faith.

Under a cloud of interpretation, my soul now climbs with determination. My strength to conquer the unforeseen comes to the forefront. It is He, my Lord in heaven, that shall help me up as now I am responsible for two.

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Love….no greater army shall defend my title. Though the sun may not always shine on our shoulders, God will always abundantly umbrella our hearts in stormy weather.

Tired, I travel with my cross to bear as the scars of life have left their mark. Now imperfect, I limp, carrying all the love I have to fight the demons which have tried to conquer my past. But God, our Father, has kept our boat from sinking. As we give Him the faith he so richly deserves, I recognize I’d be nothing less than a meal beneath the sea without His love.

Every day, I travel upstream to spawn my creativity….a gift I cannot return but rather share it with the world. God, again, has miraculously saved me! And in the clouds of the unforeseen, the GPS – my heavenly Father – I will follow all the days I remain beneath the shroud, bearing my faith, where I’m protected.  Amen.

My Sunday Prayer

My Sunday Prayer


So my dear Lord, I sit outside long before dawn in the early moonlight that crescents my heart. The winds of fresh air sweep across my soul. My Father, in heaven, anoint my intentions and be with me all my days on this earth. I come to You bearing my soul as my love of God grants my redemption.

Though my heart is weary, I must carry on. I’ve come to the edge of the forest where the sand and seas greet the woodlands. There, I will dwell in the house of the Lord, spreading thanksgiving to all those who receive Your word. I pray now, Almighty One, for strength to carry the crosses I must bear.

My Heavenly Host, I listen to your calling. I share with those less fortunate, the healing message on the table. I stand at your altar where the winds and seas have conquered. Praising your name, I alter my thinking. Though many may cast their nets in the wind to replenish, the serpent of the waters scares the catch from others who try to fish. Oh God, I pray for those who suffer! Take their pain away and give them comfort. Though I may be old, may I never be too set in my ways. My comfort comes as the dawn greets me. You, my Lord, have blessed me with this day.

And in the quiet, I listen to the winds trying to predict what God has to offer; but the gales are unpredictable so, I guess I have to be patient. But my love endures…. ever graciously thankful for the turns in the winding road. I, also, have wandered too long, I propose.

It is only God who knows the length of this life we must conquer. I wait for my Angel of Dawn for she will greet my determination. Pressing onward into the wind, calmer waters will greet me as I master my direction….and, I will follow. For God the guider of all intentions, provide thee with thy love.

Amen

Drawn To The Sound

The simmering sands and the peace and quiet are reasons enough to enjoy this paradise.


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As the rhythm of life occurs, we find ourselves attracted to the tempo sound of different tunes. Some are great gospel songs we all know by heart, some are classical quartet ensembles; as many of my generation, the classic sounds of Motown soul rule but there are some that would rather listen to the country guitar strings.

Today, however, it’s a different kind of sound. I sit on the eleventh floor, taking a deep breath to inhale the salt air. I listen to the echo from the ocean roar. Though the waves are fierce at sea level, it’s a majestic view of white caps and the blue ocean that captures my imagination. Intently observing the oyster white sands that sprawl along the coastline, miles away there’s a peninsula and a tiny cove.

 

Proverbs 20:5
“The purposes of man’s heart are deep water, but a man of understanding draws them out.”

 

Drawn to the sound, people come from miles around to the fishing capital of the world. The simmering sands and the peace and quiet are reasons enough to enjoy this paradise. Pristinely unique to any place in the world, my life is complete as I listen to its sound.

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Now the days are growing shorter and this sleepy place wakes a little later as the sun sets over the winter waters. We walk alone amongst the dunes and sea oats whispering in the northerly winds. The dormant shores have hibernated for the winter; no umbrellas nor lounge chairs, just a few terns and sea gulls reclaim what once was their own before the summer months.

God has blessed me as I return, like a winter bird, to rejuvenate my heartfelt thoughts. Lovingly, I have returned with you, my childhood sweetheart. We’ve missed so much throughout the years but God, now, has given us a second chance.

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I’m here to give God my utmost thanks. I share my heart, praying for calmer waters. Drawn to the heavenly sound of waves and the wings on the winds, it’s a sanctuary where God’s love begins. I hold your hand, embracing your heart. It’s all I have….I give you my love.

 

Psalm 139:9-10

If I rise on the wings of the dawn,
if I settle on the far side of the sea,
even there your hand will guide me,
your right hand will hold me fast.

Forest Of Friends

Friends are forever….never let go of the yarn that stitched you together!


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Morning breaks….the earth comes alive. The roosters first, then a dog barking, and a weary, old cow grazing on the farm. They all concede it’s time to get up as well. Meanwhile, I sit and listen to the stillness asking God to intercede. With aches and pains and life’s normal drama, there’s nowhere to go except to God in prayer. This is where we find peace within all those who care.

I pray for my friends, for where would I be without them. Like an old tree in a forest that, by nature, falls against another saying, “Lean on me if you need support”, and don’t we all? Every now and again, friends, a noncommittal entity, asks nothing in return to come to the rescue of some, like a yielding tree.

But friends, I can only share the love and respect that dwells in the hearts of many, as we all have a slice of dignity that God gives us to share with others. Friends, like trees of the forest, all live in God’s same parish to take care of one another. As branches seem to shade and protect their saplings, we too protect the afflicted. It’s our peers we’ve known for years, and their integrity, that stand like the branches.

 

John 15: 12-15
This is my commandment: that you love each other as I have loved you. There is no greater love than this—that a man should lay down his life for his friends.

 

We….a community, a camaraderie of employees, or graduation class from high school, all bear fruit as we help one another. Our forest of friends….some close, some miles apart, support and honor the memories of growing up. Some relationships are new and need to cultivate, the saplings. The forest….an aroma so spiritual, as God rules where the tree trunks grow.

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I love my friends. They bring me encouragement and strength. It’s like running a marathon as they stand on the sidelines waving me on. Can you say the same too? There are two kinds of people – leaders and followers. Which are you?

God gives each of us the capability to help one another, not to be a solo act. Friends are forever….never let go of the yarn that stitched you together! (Eccl 4:12) It turns into a tapestry of love for the fellow man you care so much about. By God’s design, aren’t we all about love and kindness? Help one another….like the tree in the forest. It bears fruit to carry the branches of the less fortunate.

 


Who were the forest of friends in the Bible?

1) David and Jonathan   (1 Samuel 18: 1-3)

“After David had finished talking with Saul, Jonathan became one in spirit with David, and he loved him as himself. 2 From that day Saul kept David with him and did not let him return home to his family. 3 And Jonathan made a covenant with David because he loved him as himself.”

2) Friends of Job  (Job 2:11)

“When Job’s three friends, Eliphaz the Temanite, Bildad the Shuhite and Zophar the Naamathite, heard about all the troubles that had come upon him, they set out from their homes and met together by agreement to go and sympathize with him and comfort him.”

3) Elijah and Elisha  (2 Kings 2:2)

“Elijah said to Elisha, “Stay here; the Lord has sent me to Bethel.”  But Elisha said, “As surely as the Lord lives and as you live, I will not leave you.” So they went down to Bethel.”

Dana Bicks LLC Update

Now that the excitement of my wedding week has passed, it’s time for us to buckle down and spread the love. I currently have in production my e-book and paperback series, “By God’s Grace” and a thirteen book children’s series, “Dr. Peacock and Friends”. Because of this very busy time, my blog will be temporarily reduced to Tuesday, Thursday, and Sunday posts. The goal is to have “By God’s Grace” e-book released by the end of November and the softback version prior to Christmas. Please continue to check back for the exact release dates!

God bless everyone!

 

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Dancing On The Shoreline

….our spirits race to first place into the curve.


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There’s a hint of sunlight as the cumulus sky lingers from the night. There’s no noise, no life, just you and l walking on the shoreline. The sea foam still remains but there’s no terns running in and out of it. Frozen in time, it’s you and me. God is holding our hands just as He holds our hearts. As though we were sent back to the beginning of time, there’s no one for as far as the eye can see. Even the ocean just lies on the beach for miles and miles. It looks like you could walk on it. It’s as if God is inviting us to participate but our fears make us all the more human.

The sun majestically rises as though it’s on a honeymoon too, casting diamonds across the ripples of the waters. I let go of your hand and wrap my arm around your shoulder. I ask you, “Is this where God intended for us to be thirty years ago?” Little did we ever guess what our Father in heaven had planned for us. Taking a deep breath, you breathe in the smell of the ocean atmosphere. A chill resonates as it’s always the coolest right before dawn.

The earth now begins to come alive, just as in the beginning of time. First was the little critters dancing on the shoreline; the gulls and terns take turns chasing the sand crabs in the bubbles. Then, breaking through the diamond reflections, a pod of porpoise are hunting for breakfast too.

Survival of the fittest begins on this first day of marriage. God has truly blessed the world that lies in front of us. I couldn’t be happier! As blessings flow like the mountain springs never-ending, our hearts pour out in unison. We share the cherished memories of our younger years.

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The sun is now crawling out of bed and cat paws prance on the water where we fear to tread. A spectacular day on tap – a little breeze, some autumn air, a little salt and a lounge chair to boot.

Thank you, dear Lord. Thank you for finally blessing our lives. Though our youthfulness may have wilted some, our spirits race to first place into the curve. So blessed to share the secrets of life with the world before us, our dreams of success are resonating like the morning sun. God bless those who wake and pray and join the birds dancing on the shoreline! What a gift! Our life now complete, the thrill of another day to do God’s work lies ahead. What an awesome blessing!!

I love you!