On The Wings of a Dove

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I need sleep but I’m too tired to rest. Desiring perseverance, my body draws into a knot. God mercifully tries to lead me, but my schedule doesn’t permit His desires. So, I rush from one job to another—chasing that squirrel in a round box. My spirit dwindles like the cloudy, rainy weather forming puddles and then floods. I stab at a sense of balance but some things just cannot be grasped, no matter how much you’re convinced it’s possible. It reminds me of poking more holes into a piece of Swiss cheese.

I listen to the rain on the roof and can’t help but think there’s a message, somehow, in its sound. As I try to hear what God wants for me, I remain. A dam restrains the beauty of the shoreline – the very edge we are drawn to initially. Hmm…. is it really worth it? So gracious is His grace that we overlook the obvious signs. We fight to survive instead of going with the flow as an adventurer paddling our way downstream.

A tear comes as I try to understand the complexity of life, and age-old questions stay aloft. Why do things need to be so hard? Even storm clouds eventually break apart to allow rays of sunshine! My chest aches as my spirit reflects Noah’s forecast. Exhausted as the season procrastinates its departure, a welcomed friend has overstayed its invitation.

I stare at the jonquils of life and their smiling faces detect a glimmer of hope. Has God sent them to deliver a message? I pray so! I’ll wait for tomorrow. Maybe then, it will come on the wings of a dove, resonating light at the shoreline of the water’s edge.

 

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My Battle Cry

A dedication to Parkland High School Massacre

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The battle lines are drawn as hearts shred and tear apart. Grim headlines clarify the horror as our children turn into men. Families come together for a candlelight vigil, and one can’t help but think, where is the love of God in these lost, young souls? We stand at attention and mourn. God never intended the innocence of a child to cause such volcanic violence.

Hatred causes bloodshed as cannons roar long before dawn. Nothing is sacred anymore–not a home, school, or a church! Hospitals are filled with heroes as Satan’s assailants silently roam.

We live in a society filled with denial as we lead a vibrant generation astray into the dark, leaving them to render a life of impulse and issues of mental health. God remains on a dusty shelf like a bookend; only when we have time. We walk away from a bitter cold reality and life makes a change. Our loving Father, the creator of all good, cries for His children.

At birth, every child is a gift of perfection from our Holy Father. They are God’s possession, not ours. He temporarily places children under a parent’s care with the obligation to love, teach, discipline, and direct their spiritual and moral character. But we fall short, more times than not, creating a devastating impact on a child’s self-image. Today, how many homes and schools have the Ten Commandments or the Lord’s Prayer hanging on their walls? Exactly! Our children are perplexed and left with a lack of direction.

My Battle Cry 1 Amid this tragic chain of events, in yet another school massacre, we ask, why? In my opinion and many others, too, it is a foundation issue. Is God in their life? Our homes should be a training ground for values and love of mankind.

On this day, God, I pray my battle cry. Give parents guidance and the strength to raise Your children by Your word. Shed thy grace upon them. May we give You our sorrows for the young victims, survivors, and their families of Parkland High School in Ft. Lauderdale, Florida. Our hearts are heavy and spirits weary. Let them rest in peace with Your arms wrapped around them, tightly!

 


God bless all the victims and their families!

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Consequences

If no one interferes with the law of sowing and reaping, we learn to make wise choices through our words and actions.

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I find myself where quandaries abound. I consider situations of a few of my closest companions. So many of their thoughts during altercations remain in the dark and consequences are suffered as sure as the sun rises, yet they persist. Why can’t we follow God’s glorified communion as He so intended?

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The serpent tempted Eve when she was alone and wandering through the garden. Satan used exaggerations and twists of words to change God’s character within Eve’s mind. Likewise, we converse with assumptions and over exaggerations when swords are drawn. Rebuttals exclaim the deepest feelings and God is nowhere in sight. Tempers thrive in disagreement, and its consequences evolve in the light of night. Eyes are opened wide in response, so I must ask…. should anyone venture where consequences rest? Do ultimatums pay as we flagrantly control what God has instilled in us?

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Our behavior on earth will have consequences in heaven whether good or bad. The Bible speaks of all the details of our lives recorded in books. Each of us will give an account to God for our actions. More significant attention will be given to those lives that have taught us about goodness, and less consideration to those that spoke or displayed wickedness.

There exists a law of sowing and reaping. It is better explained in Wikipedia as the personal consequences of one’s actions being in proportion to the good or bad intentions towards others.

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You see, God gives us the gift of choice. If no one interferes with the law of sowing and reaping, we learn to make wise decisions through our words and actions. When allowed to suffer consequences, we learn from them because a loss of something or someone dear, will cause a change in behavior. In other words, turn the other cheek when tensions rise.

And now as the sun rises high above argumentative situations and the consequences, let us pray for them, love them, and ask God to bless their heart. Allow God’s Spirit to convict them for only He can grant them repentance.

Brighter Horizons

…On The Eve of a New Year


 

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The winter vice has us in its clutch. I pray to God as bitterness penetrates my soul; my spirit lies in the grips of the winter. I button up my collar and turn away from the howling winds.

It’s during this time of year that my thoughts follow my heart–it goes out to those who have lost loved ones, for bitterness reigns and the winter winds destroy the joy. We’re buried by the bitterness of the chill we hide inside as the last year has left us full of mixed emotions. Tears of joy sit framed on the dresser, though some I know are from broken hearts and relationships too. I share in your pain as well.

Yet, despite it all, God promises us that there are brighter horizons ahead and a good future with hope! Through the power of Jesus, you will be able to look forward with joy to God’s destiny on your life. So it is written….

Jeremiah 29:11
For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.

 

We will never understand or explain God’s reasoning for allowing us heartaches and losses to endure, but you must trust it is because He knows your future. Make this new year an exciting time of anticipation—waiting for God’s gifts to be bestowed upon you! Praise His name!

2 Corinthians 4: 18
So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen, since what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.

 

God grants His grace upon those with an open heart—those who are willing to wait for His message. I know this to be true. Those who know me personally can vouch for the hard times I suffered this time last year. But His miracles started with just a phone call in January, and the rest you could say, is history.

So, on this eve of a new and better year, the bitter sun sets for the last time in 2017. Feel the warmth in the dead of winter, and put joy in your heart. Take the time to watch our Father as he begins to create our dreams through the little flowers breaking out of the tundra. Buds on branches bring hope to those who pray that spring can’t be very far away. Yes, the snow that captures a majestic landscape portrait will soon melt like memories of the cold.

Happy New Year and hope–for brighter horizons!

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A Silent Voice

With God’s hands lying over top of his, dyslexia has come as his greatest gift….the gift of creativity. An 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, dodgeball, and tag….except for the little child who remained on the school steps writing in his loose-leaf notebook. Teardrops fell onto 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. He sketched his life away, believing in his brother’s “Boy’s Life” magazines, and 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 are over.” He slid to the side, so as not be stampeded, 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. Everyone 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 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 if 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.

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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 hope 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. Frustrations grew, and discipline was physical abuse. 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 read the innocence of a silent voice – one that brings home the memories of messages of long ago. For no one could ever imagine this 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 over 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:

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.

A Mother’s Hell

When you find yourself in a dark hour of trial, lean into God. That is where you will find strength, hope, and courage.


Long before her minstrel or thoughts of cotillion…. do we ever know the magnitude of the tribulations and trials our parents went through as children? Cell phones and computers were words of nonexistence. But almost a hundred years ago, a mother, scorned as a child, lived with a scar that not even God could change.

In the West Virginia hills, a family of five barely thrived as the coal mines were the heartbeat of the nation. Raising children was an experience that, well, anyone who can read could never imagine. Muddy roads, outhouses and central air from a pot belly were the only conveniences of life. It was here, in a Berkeley community, that a disaster of enormous proportion occurred. A Mother's Hell 2

At the tender age of four, this mother’s tiny brother slips under the water in a bathtub as she reached for a towel. Scorned for life-changing circumstances, the mourning family was cursed. The Mom and Dad divorced and on a rainy, cold Monday morning, they packed up the Packard and moved away to Baltimore.

As God tried to comfort, the scars remained, but life went on. A broken family finds little peace. Faith is blocked, and the Holy Spirit is not received anymore. The mother remarried, and the dad heads to Greensboro. Now torn, two sisters parade into the Presbyterian….numb and bearing the shame every Sunday.

That little sister now lies beside her brother and joined in heaven where only God can heal the sorrow. In forever eternal love, God has wrapped His arms around them both.

As He lovingly looked down at His little children, He smiled and said — “All is forgiven”.

 

Please enjoy this video from Pastor Greg Laurie and Steven Chapman on pain and grief.  Know you are never alone……..

 

 


Related Verses:

But Jesus said, “Let the little children come to me and do not hinder them, for to such belongs the kingdom of heaven.” (Matthew 19:14)

He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds. (Psalm 147:3)

For they cannot die anymore, because they are equal to angels and are sons of God, being sons of the resurrection. (Luke 20:36)

Wrath of God 101

God brings out the best in believers as he swirls His wrath about the sinners. God Bless the Florida Keys –


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It’s another beautiful Sunday morning, and we praise God for His gifts. Sipping on my coffee, it’s a day to ponder His word. Like a million other viewers, I turn on the news to watch the storm as it slams south Florida. Memories now are all but washed away. I once resided in the Florida Keys, a quiet little strip of islands as tranquil as the Caribbean could ever be. The Reggae sounds would illuminate the evening air at the end of US 1. But that was then, and this is now.

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The Bible is full of predictions. Luke 21:25 quotes the eclipse in August and now the fury of Irma. You wonder if this is just a coincidence; never doubt the leather bound. Determined to make a difference, God brings out the best in believers as he swirls His wrath about the sinners. And to those who question, I watch, as only God can move the oceans. Some, though, take for granted the power God controls. Protected from the elements, God is first in my every thought. My heart goes out to ones who know not.

Read your BIBLE!!! ( Basic Instructions Before Leaving Earth).

So the sun breaks through on Mallory Square in Key West. Twisted palm trees, damaged yachts, and tattered Victorian homes are scattered about the little island. Shipwrecks emerge, thought to be lost forever. They’re like memories of love lost long ago and then resurrected; I should know. My son, an original “Conch,” can only show loyalty to the island life. Vacationers fill their scrapbooks with happy memories. It’s the churches and the faith that protects the lifestyle of residents.

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I know the joy of being a Florida Keys resident, and my roots also anchor my heart – this is where I met my soulmate. Memories are treasured and thoughts won’t wash away by the hurricane. Now in my comforts, I pray for the memories to be restored to all as soon as possible.

As God’s wrath continues, He cleanses the impurities. The wealthy are humbled; the meek resonates as heroes, saving the disbelievers who doubt that God truly exists. The weary and ragged stand hand-and-hand singing Hallelujah! God has spared the conscious.

So does tomorrow ever come?? South Florida can only hope. Like Houston’s Harvey, you learn to appreciate what you have.

Respectfully, God controls….

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Related Verse:

I will execute great vengeance on them with wrathful rebukes. Then they will know that I am the Lord, when I lay my vengeance upon them. (Ezekiel 25:17)

 

God does judge the nations, and He can use any means to do so. For example, when God rained down fire and brimstone on Sodom and Gomorrah, it was a judgment of God. Of course, it’s a fallen world, and time and chance happen to us all (Eccl 9:11), and bad things happen because the root cause of all pain, suffering, sorrow, and death is sin, and until sin is no more, there will still be sorrow, suffering, pain, and death, but that too is coming to an end someday (Rev 21:3; 22:4)! We all fall short of God’s glory.

 

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