The Mayflower of Our Holiday

A Dedication to My Mother and My Wife…..

The Mayflower Of Our Holiday

I sit here in the early light, amongst the glitter and gold, only to ask God, “Why do we endure so many years of pain before peace and joy comes along?” Aromas resonate throughout the kitchen. Memories spill of childhood when Mom would begin to bake days before Thursday. Mesmerized, I stare off into the twinkling lights on the mantel….they shine on my spirit. I can hear Mom calling, “Come give me a hand.” Dad had gone to work so it was just mom and I there.

It was too cold to play outside and friends had left to spend Thanksgiving with their grandparents. We stayed home waiting on relatives to arrive from Connecticut. Cousins came to enjoy the fellowship and get caught up on the years past. Dad drove to Baltimore to pick up Grams from the nursing home. But that was then, young and innocent, and now I’m old and memories make me complacent.

So I hold my bride, who has rejuvenated my soul, and I smell her scalp as she leans against my forehead. I feel her warmth as it penetrates from the fire below. My mind shifts into warp drive, light years away from childhood now. The gray filters in, as the birthdates and cholesterol are on the rise.

Nonetheless, I miss my mother. I think she would have just adored you! I hope now, she’s staring down, watching us. She would smile while you run to grab something boiling on the stove. The holidays are filled with such fond memories…. of growing up, then the voids of disappointments. But that’s over now. It’s just me and you, as we start anew. I love you – you know?

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Editor’s Note:

Dear Lord,

On this Thanksgiving, I want to thank you for bringing my husband, Dana Bicks, to me.  Thank you for giving us the courage to commit to marriage!  I learn from him every day and I love seeking new adventures with him.  I pray for his heart, especially today.  May your Holy Spirit draw him ever closer to you, transform him, lead him as he leads myself and all our readers.  Make him strong and wise to your likeness, Lord.  Let him rise from the mistakes of the past and soar above all other broken wings.  I believe he is a gift that you have graciously given us all!  

God bless my wonderful husband and all his good deeds!  Thank you….


   ~~~~Anne Bicks

Author: Dana Bicks LLC, Author

What you are reading on my website is the result of a miracle from God. I am not a writer, though I am a messenger. God took a very dyslexic guy from Severna Park, Maryland, who never read or wrote a thing, and told me I was going to write messages to share with others. I do not have a degree, and English was my poorest subject. Trust me, it's only through God that I write. As you read, understand that we all have the ability to receive the gifts that Christ would like us to have, gifts from God. It happened to me, it can happen to you. Let God enter your soul and rule your spirit!

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