Horizons

IMG_5089“Grandpa, do you know what a horizon is?”

Our grandson Joel was only two years old when he astonished his proud grandparents with his curious question.

We, meaning grandpa and grandma, tried our best to explain what we thought the word meant. Joel however, didn’t seem too impressed with our puny definitions.

Now some sixteen years later, I believe Joel is defining horizon to us as he realizes his dream.

The dictionary defines the word horizon as skyline, viewpoint, panorama, vista, landscape.

As a teen, Joel’s dream was to become a pilot. Sure enough, at just the right time, a door opened not far from home with CAP—Civil Air Patrol, where he got a taste of what it’s like to be a pilot. Following his years of training with CAP, Joel worked hard to earn the money needed for further flight instruction.

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Joel now has his pilot’s license.

This coming Saturday, Joel will graduate from High School along with many of his fellow homeschoolers. He leaves in August for Moody Aviation Mission School in Spokane, Washington.

Joel, may you soar with God on wings as of an eagle, knowing underneath are His loving arms. May you venture with Him to those places already planned and ordained by Him, knowing He is with you wherever you go.

Thank you Lord, for giving us a bigger picture of the horizon you placed in Joel’s heart. We are grateful for this grandson and the blessing he is to our family. May you use him to touch and bless the lives of many.

DSC_0204 Keep looking up Joel —The best is yet to come!

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Treasure of a Godly Mother

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Time alone reveals the heart of a mother

Seasons of her life make known

the love and care

only a mother can give

A little pinafore dress made by loving hands

when I was three years old

Easter dresses for five daughters

Hand-made by our Mother who went without

Sunday dinners she worked so hard to prepare

often without a thank you from her children

Yet she did it with joy

She loved to serve her family

Letters and notes of encouragement

When I was far from home

Times spent on her knees praying

when something wasn’t quite right

Daring to believe for a miracle when doctors said

“No chance this baby can live”

A textbook miracle for the son

who lived forty-five years

Caring for Daddy through long years of illness

Always by his side

with hope and a prayer

Everything will be all right

 A heart broken many times by unbelievable losses—

parents, brothers, sisters, husband, son, grandsons

Yet she grew in faith and confident belief

she would see them again

Mother touched many lives over the years

Giving hope and encouragement

to so many

A legacy of a life well lived

Thank you Lord for the treasure of a godly loving mother!

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What Love Is All About

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It was a busy morning, approximately 8:30 am, When an elderly gentleman in his 80′s, arrived to have stitches removed from his thumb. He stated that he was in a hurry as he had an appointment at 9:00 am. I took his vital signs and had him take a seat, knowing it would be over an hour before someone would to able to see him.

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Talking about being moved to tears!! Get your tissues out. This is a good one.
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Third-Cord Strand of Love

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I stepped to the balcony and fastened my eyes on the rolling, crashing waves, along the shoreline at Gulf Shores in sweet home Alabama. I couldn’t stop the tears. This place holds so many memories.

Dave and I were here to celebrate 49 years of marriage. We felt like teenagers as walked the shoreline, dodging and darting wave after rolling wave of the ocean. It wasn’t long before we stepped in, wetting and washing our feet with the invigorating tide of surprisingly warm and salty foaming water.

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The best foot wash ever.  Ah this felt so good!

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Later we gathered seashells…each one different in shape, size, texture and color. We would give these keepsakes to our grandchildren God has so richly blessed us with.

Not wanting to leave Oceanside we sat awhile, reminiscing and remembering. Gratefully counting our blessings—thankful for the warm embrace of our Father’s faithful love throughout the years and seasons of our lives.

Our Father’s Faithful Love.

He has been the third cord strand that held us together through the sometimes-stormy trials of marriage. His grip of love and grace anchored our souls when ebbing tides of life threatened our grip on Him—and each other.

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Like wave upon wave of vast ocean, sky, and sea….God’s love just keeps coming towards us. You just can’t stop it…nor would you want to.

How do you celebrate the milestones God has brought you through?

For me, it takes a special song. The one that came to my heart this morning.

“Oh The Deep Deep Love of Jesus”, written by the London merchant Samuel Trevor Francis (1834-1925).

photos ©Glenda Mills 2013

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Our Fruit We May Not See

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A young woman, who was a great lover of flowers, had set out a rare vine at the base of a stone wall. It grew vigorously, but it did not bloom. Day after day she cultivated it, watered it, fertilized it and tried in every way to coax it to bloom.

One morning, as she stood disappointingly before the vine, her invalid neighbor, whose back lot adjoined her own, called over and said, "You can't imagine how much I have been enjoying the blooms of that vine you planted!"

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What a wonderful message to pass along. An encouragement to plant and cultivate those vines of love...letting the Lord decide who sees the fruit of our labor of love.
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Legend of the Tear Drop Bottle

Centuries ago in the Middle East, a young warrior would present to his love an exquisite teardrop bottle before leaving for battle. During their time of separation, sometimes for years…his heart-broken love would collect the tears she wept for him in this special bottle chosen just for her.

David, the Psalmist, had learned the value of tears when he penned Psalm 56:8.  “Put my tears in your bottle; are they not all in your book.”

David knew only God can deliver us from the enemies of our soul that threaten to overwhelm us in times of distress, trouble, and heartache.

There is a book of remembrance that God keeps for all those who have put their faith and trust in His Son Jesus Christ. He knows every tear, heartache, and every sorrow. He is our merciful High Priest…touched with the feelings of our infirmities.

Jesus invites us to come to Him when our hearts are weary or broken. He alone can heal broken hearts; give hope, peace and rest.

One day, Jesus, the Rose of Sharon, will return for His beloved Bride, His Church. On that day which no man knows, He will make all things new. In an instant, His joy will be ours and will swallow up all the tears we’ve wept for Him, His Church, our loved ones.
Even so, come quickly, Lord Jesus.

He sees each teardrop. He knows every heartache. He cares for you.

He sees.
He knows.
He cares.

Reflections from: Matthew 11:28-30, Jeremiah 29:11, Hebrews 4:14-16, Rev 21

© Glenda Mills Fall 1995
Painting by Lisa Pritchard

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The Ragman read by Walter Wangerin…music by Ken Medema

Every time I read or hear this story, the tears flow….Even more this time as I listened to the song written and sung by a blind man, Ken Medema. We knew him years ago when he visited the church my family and I were attending. Back then, Ken wrote and sang a new song…on the spot…just after the sermon was sung. I don’t know when he wrote the song he sings here, but Ken still has the contagious joy and love for the Lord as he did back then. Please take time to listen to both the story and song and make sure you grab a hankie before you listen.

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I Will Remember The Cross

I have always loved the Cross—Maybe because my father rocked all seven of us kids when we were babes, as He sang song after song about the Cross of Calvary.

I have always wanted to know the Savior who died on that cross so many years ago.

I have always loved to tell the Good News story….Beautiful from beginning to end…the Christ Child who was born to die so we might live eternally.

Fanny Crosby echoes the story of the life of our Savior in the song she wrote more than 100 years ago….A song that has stood the tests of time and is among the 8,000 she wrote during her lifetime.

 

 

Tell me the story of Jesus,

Write on my heart every word.

Tell me the story most precious,

Sweetest that ever was heard.

Tell how the angels in chorus,

Sang as they welcomed His birth.

“Glory to God in the highest!

Peace and good tidings to earth.”

Fasting alone in the desert,

Tell of the days that are past.

How for our sins He was tempted,

Yet was triumphant at last.

Tell of the years of His labor,

Tell of the sorrow He bore.

He was despised and afflicted,

Homeless, rejected and poor.

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Tell of the cross where they nailed Him,

Writhing in anguish and pain.

Tell of the grave where they laid Him,

Tell how He liveth again.

Love in that story so tender,

Clearer than ever I see.

Stay, let me weep while you whisper,

Love paid the ransom for me

Tell me the story of Jesus

Write on my heart every word

Tell me the story most precious

Sweetest that ever was heard

Fanny Crosby lived to thank God for the gift of blindness.

“If perfect earthly sight were offered of me tomorrow, I would not accept it. I might not have sung
hymns to the praise of God if I had been distracted by the beautiful and interesting things
about me. “

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Why will I continue to love and remember the Cross? It’s life changing message has captured my heart, soul, mind and spirit.

Has the message of the Cross made a difference in your life?


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I Will Remember….Clouds Are The Dust of His Feet

If clouds are the dust of your feet

I lift my arms

Ask you to raise me up

While tears pour out

Cleansing the dust around my heart

If clouds are the dust of your feet

Let me climb up

Enter the cloud with you

Hidden, known, and loved

Through the eyes of my Father

Clouds are the dust of  your feet

No whirlwind or storm

Can separate from your love

Draw me near…up close

For it’s at your feet

I receive

Mercy

Grace

Forgiveness

When clouds hover near threatening to hide the beauty of Your Face…I will remember
The Lord has His way in the whirlwind and the storm, and clouds are the dust of His feet.
(Nahum 1: 3b)

The eternal God is your refuge, and underneath are the everlasting arms. (Deuteronomy 27:a)

 

 

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Six Word Friday – Over

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Spring still waits to over-come
Windy rains…ice… sleet… and snow

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Yet this one thing still remains
The over-shadowing of His Love

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How desolate my life would be
How dark and drear my nights and days
If Jesus face I could not see…
To brighten all earth’s weary ways

I’m over-shadowed by His mighty love
Love eternal, changeless, pure
Over-shadowed by His mighty love
Rest is mine, serene, secure

He died to ransom me from sin
He lives to keep me day by day
I’m over-shadowed by His mighty love
Love that brightens all my way

Public domain: H A Ironside and George S. Schuler
Photos by Glenda Mills

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