Glenda Mills

A Heart of Hope


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Passing Through

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Y
ou have need of endurance, so that when you have done the will of God,
you may receive what was promised—Hebrews 10:36 NAS.

“Lord, I don’t think I can go on. Life is too hard right now.” My circumstances pressed down hard on me, tempting me to believe there was no hope for the trial I faced.

Have you ever felt like giving up? Maybe you believed God would spare you from further pain. Yet there you were still walking through the pain of the trial of your faith. Looking for a place of protection from the enemy and his lies. A place to leave your weariness. A place to rest.

I recall a time long past when I was so weary I would have given up on life itself, had not the Spirit of God impressed this question upon my heart.

“Are you willing to hupomeno . . . bear up under the load . . .for the purpose of Christ-like-ness?”

There it was. The purpose of the trial. God’s eternal perspective. That I become more like Jesus.

With that in mind, hope was surprisingly reborn. I was willing to go on and believe for the strength needed to continue on my journey. More than anything I wanted to endure this trial in order for Christ to be formed in me.

I wanted to learn the lesson of the caterpillar … the chrysalis … the cocoon … the butterfly.

Metamorphosis.
photo 2.jpg.butterflyI prayed the pressure of the trial would press me through to new beginnings. By faith, I left the cocoon of unbelief behind and with the pause of God’s grace, my exercised wings of faith were strengthened to fly to those heavenly places where God’s eternal perspective changed my heart. I was given strength to press on and press through.

The landscape of my heart changed when I submitted my heart and will to the One I call my Lord and hopelessness gave way to a confident hope that endures to this day. Worship replaced worry as I focused on God and His promises. Fear had to flee when I faced my enemy and stood on the naked truth of the Word of God….The truth that always sets us free.

Now some twenty plus years later I look back knowing time and God’s grace has caused me to forget the past as I stand in awe of the One who makes all things new. I rejoice in times present as the Spirit of God continues to change the landscape of my heart. I want to please the Lord intentionally. I want to press through my trials and watch for the bloom of patient endurance in my life.

What tempts you to lose heart? Have you talked to the Lord about it?

When the winds of change threaten the landscape of your heart, your family and nation, call out to Jesus. He’s been there all along, awaiting your heart’s cry. The Sovereign Lord of the universe rules and reigns over all the fearful and stormy circumstances of life. He’ll take you to the other side of the storm.

We’re Passing through
the storm,
Be-loved of God.
Jesus is on board our battered ship
and He’s speaking peace
to stormy winds and troubled hearts.

We’re pressing through
the storm,
Child of God.
Our Captain and Navigator
controls the winds of change
and has a sure destination in mind.

We’re praying through
the storm—
Bride of Christ.
He sees and knows
when teardrops fall—
And He’s praying us
through to the
other side of the storm.

Reflections from Matthew 8:23-27; Philippians 4:12-13; Romans 8:28-29


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Launch Out

Glenda Mills:

Something happened in my life this week that stirred up memories of the poem and blog I wrote years ago….And now I’m feeling led to share it with you–praying you may be encouraged to let go and trust God to chart your troubled waters. It’s the safest place to be in our ever-changing world, my friend.

Originally posted on Glenda Mills :

I saw a small rowboat tied to a dock with a hand holding a large pair of scissors—waiting for permission to cut the rope. Beyond the shore was an ocean liner well out to sea. Once the rope was cut, the boat would be free to launch into the waters.

I’ve never been one to jump too quickly into unchartered waters, unless I receive a personal invitation from God. So when the call came for me to accompany my husband overseas for an extended period of time—I hesitated. I wrestled. I worried.

The truth is, like the boat tied to the dock, I needed someone to cut the rope; so that I would be set free to let go of the familiar… and trust God for the unknown.

God knew about my struggle—and spoke to me through this poem. The words flowed onto paper and took root within my heart—and I was released…

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Love’s Sweet Song

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He gives a song

through long days and nights.

He sings loudly—

knitting hearts together

with sweet chords of love. View the pictures →

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Shoots of New Growth

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This hope does not disappoint, because the love of God has been poured out within our hearts through the Holy Spirit who was given to us. Romans 5:5 NAS 

I’m embracing Spring’s hope this morning, not because I feel like it . . .

Because my faith demands it.

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Mama’s Table

Mama was Mrs. Southern Hospitality personified!

She absolutely loved being in the kitchen.

No one made biscuits, coffee can bread or cornbread like she did…her mama taught her well.

Southern fried chicken, stewed squash, sweet and sour meatballs, sloppy joes, chicken potpie and chicken and dumplings were a few of the delicious meals she loved to prepare and serve those who graced her table.

Are you hungry yet?

Try adding pound cake, chocolate pudding, peach cobbler, coconut cake, or banana pudding for dessert.  You have a fine southern home cooked meal!

Nothing could match sitting around mama’s table. What precious memories…those times our family and friends lingered there— laughing and  listening to the sounds of love.

Mama’s nurturing gift of love and hospitality blessed not only our family, but countless others who were welcomed into our home at a moment’s notice. Seems like there was always room to squeeze in one more at her table, and when there were no places left…well you were happy to take your plate to the living room or bedroom…. Her love followed you wherever you happened to sit.

Mama went home to heaven three years ago, leaving our family with a rich legacy of faith, hope, and love. How we miss her, but we’ll see her again…on that glad day when God calls His children home.

Her children stand and bless her. Her husband praises her. There are many virtuous and capable women in the world, but you surpass them all. Proverbs 31:28-29 

How grateful I am God gave me a glimpse of His table through my precious mama.

This Mother’s Day I leave you with a song about our Lord’s table.

Gaither videos: Wes Hampton sings There is Always a Place at His Table. 

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