A silence resonates from heaven as Christ fills the voids
deep inside my soul. I see the troubled storm clouds approaching, and they make
not a sound. A busy world persists, running in circles, but I keep an eye on
the sky, for only my God do I wait.
Standing at the edge of a great canyon where extinction
begins, and life ever after looks like a desert floor, I harbor the love Christ
sends me. Within His peace, windows open with new opportunities. The canyon is
far and wide, and in times of adventure, it seems an impossible crossing. For
some, it’s a quest, but for others, it’s a stepping stone to enter eternity and
be with Him.
I bundle my love and faith and wear it as a code of honor.
It’s autumn in October… seasons change, and life emerges with new horizons. The
sun salutes the night watchman, and I bid farewell to another night. God, in
his miraculous way, restrains the spiritually encountering distance. His quiet
voice calls, and I must be patient. It’s autumn in October, and the hour grows
Seeking my own passage, I step lightly on the ledge of
fate. The rocks are jagged and sharp, and death is just a slip away. But God
watches over me with a promissory note I pledged to Him. The canyons divulge
how minute I am as I step out where courage calls.
In the autumn of life, the Lord’s love is upon me. He
gathers His herd of humanity for a voyage to explore the canyon walls of life.
The fiery nights beacon October, and it quenches our thirst and hearts. Please,
Father, turn the desert floor into meandering waters.The quests are
over – some I failed, but some I conquered by Your blessings.
It’s autumn in October, and a new child is born. Goodbyes of
another life are hard. Still, a new life is always on the horizon, for as one
door closes, another is born again.
Another adventure, another voyage as the pride of time,
sets my course upon another mission. Only God will bridge the heavens as I wait
at the ledge of the canyon walls. I built my caves… now it’s time to surrender.
The slope is deep, but it is in God’s hands to bestow the faith as He calls me
Love is filled with memories, in yet another autumn in October. The mystical canyon mourns, and the life which once prospered refrains in the setting sun. The shadows long for God’s calling… come home with Me when you’re ready.
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Today, I acknowledged a miracle of words when I picked up my
sacred golden pages known as the Bible. I was seeking special words of
encouragement to share with my readers when a light shone on a preface. Among
the Scriptures and descriptions of my Bible were four simple words clear as the
morning sky – The history of hope. Wow! This Christian compilation of sixty-six
books and letters, written by over forty authors, says more about the
complexity of God’s holy words than anything else. What better way can you describe
the Bible than hope!
If I ever find time to pen, ‘A Bible for Dummies,’ I’ll
use these encouraging words to show the love God shares with humanity. I often
mention the voids we have in our souls. We look for something to fill the
emptiness deep inside us. Its HOPE, of course, hopes our faith will withstand
the depression of the world we live in today.
This divine and extraordinary book is God’s plan for our
salvation. The Bible gives us deliverance from sin, repentance, a roadmap for
faith, and a refuge in times of trouble. It’s a sourcebook for everyday living,
regardless of your religion. Even though its stories took place in Asia,
Africa, and Europe, the message is still the same for all believers – everyone needs
Everyone dreams of a better future, but what do we use as
guidelines to make it happen? We can rely on our wisdom and knowledge, or we
can refer to biblical scriptures for the exact answers. I know someone right
now is saying, “I can’t understand or comprehend the Bible.” Guess what?
Neither can I, but I take one passage at a time, and I ask for God’s help…and
it works! Another resource for better comprehension is to do a careful search
on the internet. Only use resources written by the church and their ministry.
The word “hope” in the Bible means “a strong and confident
expectation.” It deals with things, yet unseen, and the testimony of God’s
promises. In other words, the Bible is HOPE. Hope – based on heavenly realities,
which gives us the power to live courageously, and to be all we can be through
The words “The history of hope” alone alludes to peace and sovereignty. Hope gives us strength and courage. Never give it up nor the hope in the power of our Lord!
This will be a happy week; Happy week to you all; Happy week from start to finish; Happy week in your family; Happy week in your work; Happy week in your business; Happy week in everything; This is my wish for you. Happiness all through; I don’t want you to have any trouble; Whether small or big trouble, That should not be your portion. Let your portion be happiness all through.
The night sparkles and a less humid night clears the way
for a splendid view of the heavens. Flowers fade, and the lack of chlorophyll
yellows their leaves. Fall calls… the chill in the air tells the story. I love
this time of the year! My mind reverts to a time when the faded foliage lined
the river banks. It was a time to take a deep breath and inhale the crisp chill
of the Severn River autumn air.
I remember the autumn days my Dad and I sailed his 28 foot
Triton, hard to the wind. It seemed as if nothing else mattered, even as the
chilly breeze threw a summer spray of water onto the deck. Courtships blossomed
on that boat, and many friends were also delighted to join me in an occasional afternoon
of sailing on the Severn. Gazing out over the picturesque shoreline gave a luster
of the magnificence of God’s fall calling.
Those were the young, innocent days as God watched over us
with shades of red, orange, and yellow. Though my dad passed, I still thank him
for the love he instilled in me for sailing on the river. The irretrievable years
of childhood are gone now, and I fight to survive in another autumn’s cycle. Sometimes
we’re hit with a monsoon of situations, but faith and God carry us through these
Fall calls once again, and I look forward to walks with my
wife in the crisp evening air and chatting with neighbors who enjoy the
refreshing breeze too. I will look up to the heavens and thank my awesome
Father for His wonderful gifts.
Life is full of unexpected circumstances – things like a
leaky tire we forget to fix or to put trust in someone who didn’t keep a
promise. But we, somehow, adjust always thanking God for protecting our
I’ve learned one lesson since my anointment ten years ago,
and it’s to armor yourself in prayer every day. Build your surroundings with a strength
to endure the cold streaks. Honor God for Satan waits at the corner of every
turn in life. Just keep moving toward our Almighty.
Fall calls, so breathe a sigh of relief! Protect your
autumn traditions as placed by our Lord Jesus. The season brings us nearer to
His great paintings of majestic colors. The earth presents itself in an array
of shades and much needed cooler temperatures. As the leaves wilt and die, they,
too, will flourish in a rebirth. It is our promise of glory.
“The seasons come and go, so focus on the God who remains unchanged and unchanging. “LORD, You have been our dwelling place in all generations. Before the mountains were brought forth, or ever You had formed the earth and the world, even from everlasting to everlasting, You are God.”
I remember my pop
would get dressed on Sunday morning, perk a pot of coffee, and slip on his gardening
shoes. He’d find his car keys, then drive to the local country store to buy a paper.
I guess it was more a habit to get a newspaper than to turn on a TV channel. Sundays
were always quiet.
flipped through the news, I played on the flagstone porch floor whose mortar
joints I used as roads. For hours I built and constructed a world all of my
own. It was a painting better described as Norman Rockwell… a father’s face
buried between the worldly events and sports, and a child at his feet building
miles of dreams in his head. This is what love looked like to me at home.
“Be devoted to one another in love. Honor one another above yourselves.”
The serene scenery
of swans swimming across the waters of the Tred Avon River lent itself to the ducks
which lined the dock in search of food. It was a different world in those days.
The infrastructure and landscape were ever changing. It would not be long
before we could drive over the waters of the Chesapeake, instead of taking a ferryboat.
This morning I
flipped from Google to Yahoo news and read the commentaries of discernment. The
world is full of hatred – an opposite ingredient of what love looks like with
God in your world. I don’t know about you, but I refuse to live in a place
without the condiments of love! We are God’s prodigies who live in a society of
recreational love with very little significance to the word.
has over one hundred scriptures directly related to the fundamentals of love. I
can find what love looks like everywhere in my world. It’s from my sweet wife
giving me a cold glass of iced tea on a hot summer afternoon; my cockatoo who
comes to me in his time of need; hanging up a fresh towel for my wife on a hook
near the shower; turning down her corner of the bed at night. Love isn’t just an
expression of “I do’s,” but a state of mind.
“Husbands, love your wives, just as
Christ loved the church and gave himself up for her to make her holy, cleansing
her by the washing with water through the word.”
What love looks like outside marriage may involve the special squeezes or a smile from our grandchildren; a neighbor getting the mail for a someone housebound; baking a dish for the less fortunate; donations or volunteering to help others. Giving of yourself, even if it’s inconvenient, means more than all the money in the world. A lesson on the definition of loving one’s neighbor is in the Parable of the Good Samaritan (Luke 10:25-37). We are to have compassion and love towards each other, irrespective of the parameters which divide us.
So, what does love
look like to you? Have you searched your heart, or is the wallet more
important? Love is a verb meaning affection based on admiration. It begins when
“The second is this: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’ There is no commandment greater than these.”
It’s another perfect morning, and I give God the glory and love. My gorgeous bride prepares breakfast for her hubby. I think about the many wasted years I wish I could do over, for we missed so much living separate lives. How can I ever show her how much I love her? It’s easy, you know… I stand beside her, and God is our center. I never want to let go of the immense feelings of love I have for her!
Much is written about
joy in the Bible. Jesus spoke of being joyful unto His Father, later
transcribed to, “Be joyful unto the Lord.” As we face disillusions and fears,
of either, we endure many hardships. I, too, have these familiar symptoms, but
God always remains constant in my mind. These words resonate in my mind, “Bring
Me your woes and do not worry for I will help you with your inspirational
problems arise in the worldly pressures and obligations that meet us, not greet
us, at every doorstep. Life, sometimes, can appear to be short-lived… unless
your faith asks God for a special blessing and miracle. Some have experienced
God at His best as unfortunate events end with a silver lining.
I often write of
my sordid past life, but I glance back at those times and realize God intervened
in my life. Today’s blog, however, is not about me, but the one I’m closest to,
my wife. This young, vibrant, and outgoing woman, plagued with a virtue of
grief and sadness in the past few months, almost lost her life in a car
accident twenty-five years ago. The doctors just diagnosed her with heart
failure as a repercussion of the injuries.
In disbelief, we took part in many tests and things seemed questionable, but nevertheless, okay… until the last test screening. It confirmed her life might be terminal. I can’t say how one prepares to die, except to “live life like there’s no tomorrow”… and so we did, in apprehension. With no other choice, I fought for the spiritual happiness of both of us. I walked on pins and needles, often hearing the crunch of eggshells. I was too frightened to speak much, so I stayed in constant prayer. Following my blog called Faith for Two, I knew only God would see us through this dilemma.
25 “Therefore I tell you, do not worry
about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will
wear. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothes? 26 Look at
the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet
your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? 27
Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life?
The day arrived
for her medical procedure, and hopefully, it would not become an open-heart
decision. I watched the love of my life that morning, and I observed her quietly
whispering, “Goodbye, mommy loves you” to her favorite parrot of twenty-seven
years. I read her last words, “No food or drink after midnight,” as she
prepared herself for a procedure which could end her life. It would have been
easier to move a mountain than to keep her spirits positive. I maintained my
strong convictions and stayed where I knew God wanted me to be – in prayer. Only
my Lord Jesus could restore that which would destroy her many years ago.
In the lobby, in
front of the doors to the operating room, I kissed her goodbye. Keeping up our
spiritual happiness, I told her,” I’ll see you for lunch.” With tears
in her eyes, we prayed it was not our last forever kiss. I needed to go to God!
Father bless her and keep her in your arms, my dear Lord.
wait seemed like an eternity. I took a seat beside a minister, and we shared
our own hearts. The door at last opened, and a doctor in scrubs called out my
name, “BICKS.” He took me into a quiet room and invited me to sit beside him on
the couch. I had my faith until the moment he elected to move closer to me.
“She’s all clear,
Mr. Bicks,” he said. “We found no blockages, and she’s as good as new.” My
sweet love, who worried for five months of dying, was born again to the
likeness of the sweet, little girl I remembered thirty-two years ago. She
will live! Thank You, Jesus!
thought crossed my mind. Two weeks ago, the cardiologist saw the blockage in a
scan, and now it doesn’t exist!? Was this one of God’s miracles? You decide…
has been six days now, and I see a glow where worry over-shadowed her face. A
renewed life called spiritual happiness far exceeds a biblical joy. Saved by grace,
quite literally, His miracle child is born again. There is no greater gift than
the gift of life; and when death comes calling, defying Satan’s force is a
Living in a
spiritual realm of happiness, where no pressure or problems exist, can be
conquered when we reach out in faith. A great example of this in the bible was
the story of Jesus feeding 5,000 people on five loaves of bread and two fish (Matthew
14:15-21 and Luke 9:12-17). It is called the marvel of God’s healing hands,
just as He did to my wife.
We read the miraculous
stories of defying doctors’ diagnoses, but until it happens to you, we shun it
with some other explanation. The Lord’s greatest feat was saving my wife’s
life, and not once but twice; she put her heart and soul close enough for Him
to heal her with His touch.
May I suggest we armor ourselves in prayer each morning to maintain spiritual happiness? Don’t identify with suffering, loss, or sickness. Remain steadfast in our Lord’s word, and He will calm every facet of your life. Today, my wife and I wake with a smile and a good-morning kiss, for God came to bless us with another anointed day. Our spiritual happiness is more than we ever asked for, and it is all because we serve our Almighty Savior.
FROM ANNE BICKS:
I would like to sincerely thank everyone for your cards, love, and support through this difficult time. Your kindness means the world to me! God bless you all!
Can you be in
God’s presence? Many search for a time and the place where God lives while sitting
in a quiet corner, reading their bible. Others pray to ask for an anointed morning.
The sin of Adam and Eve prevented our ability to be in the physical presence of
God. So, I find comfort in the reality of His existence – the miracles of each
beautiful day. Obedience to His written word brings me closer than I can ever
imagine to the Lord.
I examine the
blessings which flow before me outside my home – beautiful flowers of every
species blossom in the morning light. Young, saplings stand tall and proud. I dug
them out of the nursery and fed and nurtured their delicate roots over a prayer.
Lord, please take care of my trees. Let my integrity follow as I love the
tree in me as much as this seedling I planted in the ground.
presence brings joy and peace. He awaits to hear from us. I remember something my
dad would do when I was a young boy. Before heading to work, and just as the sun peeked over the
cove, he’d stroll down our long pier. I’d ask him why he occasionally walked the
dock. He said he was looking for crabs attached to the poles. But, I understand
now for he found his presence in God through the tranquility of the water. The
bay was his church outside his actual house of worship.
wife is the editor of my blog and website. She often speaks of God’s presence
while she is editing my narratives. I write my pieces, but she must find the
coordinating bible verses. Many times she’s stumped finding the correct scripture.
Within a few minutes of frustration, though, He puts her back in His presence
and guides her hand.
The Old Testament describes
the presence of God directly associated with the tabernacle in the wilderness
or the temple in Jerusalem. It is here we speak of entering God’s presence for
it is a place where He appointed His name, purposely for us to dwell. It is why
we feel nearer to Him in church and not the building’s spatial orientation. He
offers us a transforming and joyful experience within the confines of His house.
“But for me it is good to be near God; I
have made the Lord God my refuge, that I may tell of all your works.” Psalm
Regardless of how
late I’m awake each night, I have to honor our Almighty in the dawn’s early
light. At my tender age, I feel the love I missed most in my life, and it derives
from God. His presence is in the fragrance of serenity and in the accomplishments
of each nail I drive and every word I write to you. I silently pray, give me
strength, dear Father, and anoint me each morning so I may better serve You and
Your masterful plan. I’m honored that You chose me to be a part of that which I
can’t comprehend. I keep my faith because of You, Lord.
When our heavenly
Father greets us with peace and a breeze, it is a subtle reminder our life on
earth is because of Him. The Bible begins and ends in the presence of God for Eden
will return and expand into a new heaven and a new earth. God’s chosen people will
enjoy His presence forever. Rejoice in the joy!
sorrows for yesterday is forgiven and tomorrow is a new beginning. Render not
what is yours, but what is God’s possessions, so you may be absolute in heaven.
Start your day in praise and prayer. You, too, will be in God’s presence.
Love and happiness, I so much desire; If like me You desire them too I’ll say how glad I am; Love and happiness The world does need; Love and happinees We need to make go round; To heal the wounds Of a sick world; If we give the world Love and happiness We give all That the world needs To be the place It was meant to be.
My front porch
calls me at the time of the morning most people are asleep or perhaps at work.
The mowed lawn is edged, and a gentle southern breeze talks to me. The flag
flaps in the breeze, and I can hear cars on the busy highway, not far away, echoing
through the trees. My flowers are all in full bloom…
… the things I take for granted.
I rest my legs on
the glass table and lean back against the cool metal glider. Staring across the
neighbor’s lawns, I listen to the birds as they feed their young. My American
flag stands tall and proud at the corner of my property as I thank God for blessing
me with this homestead. In the shadows of the roofline, the sun approaches with
a refreshing breeze. What a beautiful morning to enjoy a warm cup of coffee!
… I thank God for the things I take for
ignite as I remember my wife and I sitting on two empty crates, in this exact
spot, before we closed on this home. I smell the shrubbery I’ve planted since
then; the fragrance is enticing for the little bluebirds who frolic amongst the
… I count my blessings for the things I
take for granted.
I should mention,
of course, my health and personal life. I’m pushing seventy years old, but I
feel as though I’m thirty-five years young. Nothing hurts or aches me much today.
What a gift from God to be anointed with such good health! Then there’s ‘my love’
who rediscovered me after thirty-two years of searching – thank goodness for
social media. Every day is a celebration as we wake in love, together at last.
Nothing will ever separate that which God has united. After decades apart, our
life is nothing short of pure, blissful matrimony.
… oh, the things I used to take for
It is in peaceful times
like this, I wonder if our future generations will ever know what real love
feels like, or if they will find it one day. Will they be able to sit with
their feet propped up on a rail and look out over their own lawn at the forest?
We live in desperate times, so they allocate every penny to bills. I will
remain in my own little world and pray for their success.
… I thank God for that which I have taken
In this hurried
world of pressures and appointments, the greatest gift I take for granted is the
one from God. He makes everything possible in life. Can I ever thank Him enough,
for He so richly deserves it? What can I tell Him? What can I do to prove how much
love I have for Him, my dear Lord, while I sit on my front porch, taking this
glorious morning for granted? I guess
I’ll sit here a while longer to say,
“Thank you, God, for all I took for
granted and the joys I rendered from Your blessings.”
What a wonderful Father in heaven we really serve!
It was February
2017 when I laid eyes on him for the first time in thirty-two years. Though we
both aged gracefully, it didn’t stop the thumping of my heart for the beautiful
man I dearly loved, Dana Bicks. A smile that lights up the camera lens and a
sense of humor so witty it’s absurd, but oh… what a man of God!
I spent most of my
adult life in and out of dysfunctional relationships, so I never really learned
the concept of “loving” a man the godly way. In fact, I’d sworn off marriage.
Many times I prayed the Lord would lead me to a job where I could serve Him.
So, I pursued mission work in Africa and even signed up for the Peace Corps
(which I decided against), but still, a great emptiness lingered in my soul.
Something or someone was missing in my life. Help me, God, to fill the empty
And, along came
Dana and I had
many missing years to catch up on, so we left very few moments without speaking
a word. But, when I discovered he was a struggling Christian author, I knew God
had a reason for reuniting us. Dana had hundreds of narratives written on paper
and in his cellphone, and an unpublished book poorly edited by Tate Publishing.
I had several years’ experience of working for a publishing company. OK,
Lord, you have a funny sense of humor!You put this man back in my life
to fill my empty hole – both professionally and on a personal basis.
It is rare,
indeed, to find a man who loves as deeply as Christ loved His church, but this
is the story of Dana. He is a profound and humble man, chosen by the Lord to be
His representative to the world; he never takes God’s messages for granted.
Deeply devoted to serving, Dana is a blessing to all who come in contact with
his healing words, and I can only stand back in awe.
I reminisce on the
day we eloped on a beach in Destin, Florida. Just as we were pronounced ‘man
and wife,’ doves flew out of the tall grasses. A sign from God? Perhaps, but
better still was a rainbow which appeared over our heads in some pictures we snapped
of each other. We glanced behind us to observe its pretty colors and no rainbow
was in the sky! Yes, our dear Lord blessed this marriage.
In recent weeks,
we learned our faith and love will be put to the test. A doctor diagnosed me with
heart failure and other serious problems – a devastating blow to newlyweds whose
lives just hit the top of the barrel. With many more inspirational books to
write and other deeds to do for God, Dana continues to wake each morning
shining in hope. Each night he gently touches the skin over my heart and prays
for healing and answers. He is a husband and a father with so much love for God
and man, and I cannot thank him enough for just being him.
On this Father’s
Day, I want to thank God, my Father, for blessing me with the special husband
who filled the empty hole. Regardless of my outcome, I know the Lord will let
Dana soar above the clouds, for he is truly gifted. However much time I have
left to love him, I am honored to be a small part of Dana Bicks’ world. My time
with him has been filled with compassion, respect, and love of life. Better yet,
he allowed me the opportunity to serve the Lord as I so desired for many years.
God bless you, my sweet baby – I dearly love you! Happy Father’s Day!