This we pray

Make our hearts know
Joy this day
O Lord!
Make us know, taste,
Chew
And swallow peace
Whether we go out
Or come in!
May Angels pour down
Sweet melodies of
Happiness
Into our gentle ears
As we go about
Our work today!
Make us know your
Abundant grace
Throughout this day!
This, we pray, to you,
Amen!

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No More Montgomery Wards

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It was a cold Friday morning, and my mother promised to take me to see Santa the day after Thanksgiving. The winds howled, and flurries flew, but we bundled up and headed out, anyway. Twenty-five more days till Santa arrived on Christmas morning. I was so excited!

The parking lot was full of cars. We had little choice than to drudge our way through the frozen elements. My small arms pushed so hard to open the enormous glass doors for my mom while she closed her umbrella. Suddenly, it was like walking into a fairyland of twinkling lights. Everywhere I looked animated animals and snow-covered gingerbread houses lined the mall’s entrance. I used to wonder who had to climb way to the top of the Christmas trees to decorate them for they were as high as the sky.

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In the middle of all the garland and tinsel, a sweet baby Jesus laid crying and waving this arms. Mary and Joseph stood over His cradle attending to His needs. Joseph’s hand was on Mary’s back, comforting her, as she reached for a blanket to keep her newborn warm. Those animated characters were so real to this young boy! What an incredible memory!

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My head was full of enthusiasm as we walked the corridor passing Santa’s sleigh and reindeer. They were chained up and ready to take off at any second making my head full of wonderment. And then, inside the entrance of Montgomery Wards, was the moment I’d been waiting for all year long. Bigger than life, and right in front of my eyes, was Santa Claus! A line of impatient children was dying, like me, to climb up on his lap and tell him all about their life story.

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Those yesteryears of bearing the frozen elements and fighting the crowds to get a good look at our Savior and a sneak peek at Santa are all but a myth. The large department stores, like Montgomery Wards, and malls of my youth are now replaced by high-end strip centers. I reflect with sorrow in my heart; my grandchildren will never have the privilege to remember the Friday after Thanksgiving as I did as a child!

The first snow was inside a mall, and baby Jesus reminded us of the reason. Santa waited to reward us for being good little girls and boys. Oh, those were the incredible days – going to the mall with Mom while Dad took things out of the attic, preparing for the season. Lost in thought, can we ever forgive the system which brought us miracles like 34th Street downtown? Why did they ever shut down those glorious days?

Now we sit in a leather-back, with pumpkin pies in our lap, and watch the parades on television as they light up the city. I’d give my eyeteeth to take my grandson, along with his father, to see Santa and walk those same corridors. We would laugh and celebrate a tradition through the eyes of a child.

I pray the day will come when we can stop and appreciate the love instilled us through generations of parents who cared not to change our holiday season. Let the effervescence of Christmas traditions roll on. Thank you, Mom and Dad, for never letting me forget.

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Let’s share

The little we have, come
Let’s share;
How can we enjoy alone,
While next door neighbor
Doesn’t have?
There’s joy in sharing
What we have;
The fruits of our blessings
From on high;
Taking the example
From the creator of all;
He shares to all,
The air, the water,
The land, the all;
He wants everybody fine;
Don’t keep it all to self;
If everyone has a share,
Happiness will be for all.
Let’s make the joy go round;
That’s how it’s meant to be.

The Best for Last

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It’s quiet and dark. God, I know, is ever-present with me. I awaken to welcome our Lord on this calm Sunday morning. What do I do in moments such as these? I write to you, my resting angel….

For you, my love….

What a gracious moment to reminisce! The things you and I accomplished this year, and God’s gifts, make it such a wonderful time to give thanks. I feel my heartbeat resting; no man should ever attempt the suicidal race against time as I do six out of seven days a week.

Someday, I pray to sail away with you my fair lady, hand-in-hand, to conquer a distant world awaiting us. Our toes will poke in the sand near the crystal clear waters. It won’t be long, my love, because our first anniversary is on the doorstep.

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In the meantime, I sit in sweats, enjoying the daybreak, and counting the moments. It’s one day closer to reminiscing our beginning of time – a reunion of sorts. We met as kids and were too young to realize the other’s needs. There were babies to raise and a whole life of mistakes to live. We never thought we’d find each other, or marry, after thirty-two years apart!

But, God, in His infinite humor, watched us go crazy. Little did we know He was saving the best for last! I have to smile and ask myself – how could one little week, in 1985, direct the course of two people reuniting and then creating such a perfect pair? Only through our Father! It’s the only possible way. Now, my little angel, we are infinitely heaven bound, together.

First, though, there are things we must do, here on earth. God anointed me to be a messenger nine years ago; so we need to spread His word and passion to others. Perhaps, we are Adam and Eve, His original creations, reincarnated to prove how real love shines in this world. It certainly explains my back pains for God took a rib from me to make my dream come true. Overjoyed, I am better for the ache!

The sun ignites the gray morning sky. It’s undeniable our Father planned to unite these two souls from the beginning. So, it is here I stay content in spirit, God abounding, and mother nature is dormant. Tomorrow, on our first anniversary, we will celebrate this blessed union. I can come forward to share an everlasting miracle with a world waiting to witness perfection in the flesh.

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Today, I am alive, in love, and tranquil as the dawn. As my goddess sleeps, I pray our devotion will conquer all. It’s clear, God in His magnificent wisdom, saved the best for last – YOU.

Happy Anniversary, my love!


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It’s A Pancake Kind-a Morning

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I returned from another morning of pedaling mail. The chill in the air reminded me of fall’s arrival. A simmering glare ignited the ominous sky. The rains of yesterday disappeared and a patchy dew laid low to the ground. I think God reveals the loveliness of this season to help us remember life is a beautiful journey.

They predict a perfect weekend, but for now, it’s tranquil. Suddenly, I smelled something cooking. With my wife’s back to me, she was intently preparing a hot meal for her wayward stranger. It was a pile of pancakes waiting to be devoured for breakfast; the eggs and sausage shared a skillet. Breakfast was almost finished, so I hung up my jacket on the hall tree. It’s a pancake kind-a morning!

I fixed a cup of caffeine hoping to stay awake and share my morning with her. God’s got everything under control. Our home became the International House of Prayer; for even though a mess scattered about the kitchen, the fluffiness of God’s love shined ever-present.

Lighting a candle, we thanked God for my morning’s safe journey. It’s a wonderful time to be alive! We’re living the dream, her and I, together once and for all. Against all the odds, we sat at our farmhouse table with God at the head, sharing our morning meal. This is the secret to a happy marriage – He is always between you. He is the butter and flour which raises a perfect round of deliciousness. Just add the syrup and life becomes even sweeter!

Invite the Lord to your next breakfast and listen to His blessings sizzle. You will be amazed at the beauty of your pancakes!

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Mending

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It’s the eve of another year past. Life changes and different anatomical pains arise. I made some new friends this year and reunited with some old acquaintances. There were some I wished well and sent them on their way. But, in a summation, I wish I knew where life would find me.

I’m not sad or alone, decrepit or incapacitated but instead, I feel young and vibrant; blessed with vitality and youthfulness. It makes me wonder, because, at my age, I shouldn’t be going ninety miles per hour. If God is making an example out of me, well… He’s doing a pretty good job! So it’s time to reflect on the past hurricanes ravaging my lingering memories. That’s all left to stand.

I ask God to lead me in an effort to comprehend life’s twists and turns. My future path is anyone’s guess, but I can say He’s made miracles happen which are out of my control. I have to decipher my own handwriting when He fills my head with messages. I only wish I could dial the heavens and share the joy with Mom and Dad.

Materialistically, a loss is a sign of weakness, but spiritually speaking, any catastrophe brings strength in times of adversity. Outside forces controlled my earlier years. But for the second half, I’ll return to the point God first touched me. I’m mending this section and my days left in it. I only ask of my Father to protect me. May joy accompany my life, and friendships blossom, yet praise the “love” who kept searching for me. Mending the past to the present is heaven-sent – this makes sense. I only wish I figured out the signs He was sending me thirty-four years ago for there’s no telling the direction my life would yield. Today, a gravitational pull beacons my spirit as God is now my priority.

I’m older tomorrow by one year, and I wonder how many more God will give me to enjoy? Though I lost my parents when I was young, He watches over my hurts and fills my soul with peace. But, how can “sorry” help if no one ever listened to my hurts? Only forgiveness sends messages to the deceased. To patch my broken years, I would have to fill the voids; however, there’s no home remaining, nor church which captivated my soul – just the first place I came in contact with the Almighty.

Mending a broken past with joyful present memories brings me a craving of jubilation. Jesus knows my heart.

Thank you, Lord, for my life!


EDITOR’S NOTE:

God bless you, my sweet husband! Your walk in life is the most inspiring I’ve ever witnessed. You are a joy and inspiration to our family and friends! Each day spent with you brings another smile and blessings bountiful. How can we ever thank you enough for “just being you”!

Thank you, God, for the glorious messenger you brought into all our lives!

Let the Heavens Dance

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Ascending into the heavens, high above the moon and stars, I can hear my Father, at a glance, calling out your name. The crowd forms and I mingle amongst them searching for the only one who’s ever truly loved me. An orchestra of harps and violins sway like palms on a sunset beach as night falls. There are so many welcoming faces, but I am only looking for just one.

Enjoy this touching song, Dancing in the Sky, sung by Danielle and Elizabeth Nelson!

I reminisce with the earthly tunes I once sang, and memories become a glimpse in time for they were before God called us to be with Him. Everyone looks so beautiful and healthy! They smile at me and file in one-by-one. But I stagger and stumble as though lost. Please, dear Lord, lead me to my heaven sent Angel. I prayed you to make us whole again. This is the grand finale where we will dance a lifetime together. I never quite learned to dance, but I knew it was you, God, who led me to her.

The night is young, becoming a reunion of old friends and relatives shaking hands and exchanging hugs. But, discontentedly my eyes wandered in the dimly lit plateau of heaven. The maître D, in His best dressed-whites, asked if He could help me. I bowed down before Him. He gently placed His hand under my chin and raised my head to face Him. On one knee, I pleaded, “My Lord, have you seen the one I adored?”

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He rubbed His chin, thinking for a moment. He knew exactly who I meant, for He heard my heart beating loudly. An amazing smile broke across His face, and He said, “Look behind you! She, too, has searched for you for a very long time.”

We serve an awesome Lord, a caretaker of sorts, as He guards His Father’s place in heaven. It is a house, I pray, you and I will dwell someday. But for now, let us dance in the shadows, under the moonlight, reflecting on the place we first met. God promised, eventually, we’d be together forever so let the heavens dance for us for it’s true!
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EDITOR’S NOTES:
Heaven – what a beautiful place it will be if we keep a strong faith in Jesus. On earth, it isn’t about being a good person (ethical, going to church, or praying); instead, it’s living a holy life and atoning the death of Jesus of Christ. How can we accomplish this feat? It is done by developing an intimate relationship with the Lord, repenting of our sins and never repeating them, and believing Jesus died on the cross for our sins. Salvation is by grace, through faith. All you have to do is receive it!

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My all-time wish for you

How sweet it can be
When life moves well
Hitch free!
I know you know what
I am talking about;
Think of that day
When everything went
So well for you;
Do you recall how you felt?
You were right on top;
You moved like a bee
That hops from flower
To flower
In search of nectar;
You wished life could go on
Same way forever;
You screamed victory;

As your heart silently,
But pleasantly sang
A joyful melody;
You left no one in doubt
About how happy you were.
That is my wish for you today;
That is my wish for you now;
My all-time wish for you;
That you swim and bathe
In the joy of success!
That, like the sun. so bright,
Your achievements may shine!

A Real- Life Love Story Of A Sailor And His Queen

He went onboard for 6 months again. And that ‘Long-Distance-Love’ phase struck us again. But, the wait for the calls and video calls was worth it all. It was difficult for me but he always gave me strength. He made sure that he gave me all his time when on port and wrote to me each day without fail no matter how tired he was.  To read more please CLICK HERE:-

A prayer for marriage

O God, our Heavenly Father,
You instituted marriage
And decreed
That man and woman
Shall leave their parents
And come together,
Bound by love
To live happily
For the rest of their lives;
It is not always easy, O God;
Help all couples,
To be happy;
Many are not happy;
Help couples to enjoy peace
And harmony
Instead of quarreling
And fighting on a daily basis.
Fill all husbands and wives
With the spirit of Love
And respect of you law
For marriage.
Grant them the wisdom
To find peaceful solutions
To their problems;
And be shining examples
In their various communities;
This is our humble prayer
Which we submit to you; Amen!