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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Certain formulas just make sense, as in the Hi-Performance
engines of my younger days. We raced muscle cars every Friday or Saturday night
if the weather cooperated on those days. Low octane fuel was for little less-powered
engines. But, if we wanted great strength and power, high octane gave us a much
better performance. Our health and well-being run on the same performance
factors, and it’s equated to the relationship we have with God.
I’m sure some of us have observed people who sat in the back
of a church and appeared as though they slept in their clothes. Some believers come
to take up space and really don’t take part in the songs of praise. But in the
front pews of God’s church, sat the brilliant Christians, praising the Lord,
and magnified by God’s glow. Those beautifully dressed believers in the front rows,
with their hands held high to receive God’s word… need I say more? They are full
of high octane. Then, I examined those of ill-faded color, dull complexions,
blemished, and disheveled, and it was apparent their spirituality may be (or
was) filled with low octane. Their engine’s performance could be directly
related to the quality of octane they put into their bodies.
destroys God’s temple, God will destroy him. For God’s temple is holy, and you
are that temple.” 1 Corinthians 3:17
Though a remarkable difference in the congregation is clear,
there appears to be a more profound correlation not so noticeable. My theory is
purely hypothetical, so I did some research to discover the accuracy of my
“You shall serve
the Lord your God, and he will bless your bread and your water, and I will take
sickness away from among you.” Exodus 23:25
Jesus proved in His healing work that it is God’s will we
have good health. Many examples in scriptures reveal the miracles of Jesus healing
those with ailments. Our health is the inevitable result of knowing God and
living a life filled with His love and direction. Let’s look at a few of these
My wife’s mother was a devout, God-fearing Christian who
lived her life by God’s commandments. When she passed away at ninety-five years
old, she barely had a wrinkle on her face. She glowed in God’s spirit, and He
took her from us peacefully, without pain and struggle. I have a high school
friend who has not had a natural heartbeat since 1995. Pacemakers have been the
source of her existence, but she praises the Lord for her health and life.
Looking at her today, she is the epitome of health – glowing skin, smiling
ear-to-ear, and shiny, beautiful hair. She runs on high octane and lives every
day to the fullest. God bless her heart!
On a more notable scale, the evangelist, Billy Graham, was
ninety-nine years old when he quietly passed away. He struggled with cancer and
eventually died of pneumonia, but until the day he died, he looked healthy. He
had God’s glow of high octane. The late Bishop Eddie Long, head of one of the
largest mega-churches in the U.S., is another example of one who passed away
from cancer. He maintained his youthful appearance and high octane looks until
the day he left us.
Our health is a gift to all of God’s children. We can overcome
disease and sickness, in some sense, by living a faithful life to Christ. Now
do not misinterpret my words to mean we will never get sick or recover from
terminal conditions if we live on high octane. God doesn’t promise us life with
no pain or sickness. But one has to wonder… why are those with spiritually low
octane, appear not so healthy, yet those who run on high octane rarely show any
illnesses? Pay close attention to those around you who are suffering ailments
and tell me if my observation isn’t correct.
The principles of well-being are not only our mental health but the condition of our physical health too. It’s simple – God is the highest octane you can receive for your body. Where can you get it? We obtain it through prayer and living a godly life. The more the Lord resonates in your life, the better you will look and feel. Let the love of God be Your octane bust!
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!