Posted by: Glenda Mills | December 23, 2019

I Saw You At Christmas

Tell your children about it in the years to come, and let your children tell their children. Pass the story down from generation to generation. Joel 1:3

It’s that time of the year when memories of Christmas past warm our hearts as we recall those childhood days when going to Gramma’s house was part of our family tradition.

The following revised poem was written by my sister Cathy the
day our beloved Grandmother Biggs
left us and went to her home in heaven.

I saw you just the other day,
on Christmas.
Your face alight with joy at having
your children all around you.
I saw you
busily working in your big old house;
preparing food, loving life.
Those times always made you
the happiest,
yet you were always full
of the joy of the Lord.
Oh how we loved hearing your
precious gift of laughter.
Such a sweet lady.
We were honored to be near you.
I saw you greeting me at the door, hugging me so warmly.
Only grandmothers can hug like that.

How sweetly those days have
flown into years.
How quickly those years passed by me.
Though now your home is in heaven
with our wonderful Savior,
on this earth you will always live in
the seeds you have planted in my heart.

Poem by Cathy Chandler






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Posted by: Glenda Mills | December 13, 2019

A Christmas Remembered

He orders His angels to protect you wherever you go.
Psalm 91:11

We felt like sitting ducks as heavy traffic zoomed past us. We needed help! Of all times and places to have a flat tire . . . the Pennsylvania turnpike on a rainy cold morning during the busy Christmas Holidays. Thankfully, my husband was able to pull to the narrow side of the road, with a prayer we would be out of harm’s way.

Dave immediately called Triple A road service and was informed that because of the busy season, it might be some time before a truck could be dispatched to help us.

I quickly grabbed my cell phone, called my sister, and asked her to pray for us. Carole’s simple prayer for protection and help brought peace. Now we just needed to be patient and wait for the help we felt confident the Lord would send.

We didn’t have to wait long! After laying aside my cell phone, I looked into the rear view mirror and was surprised to see the truck that had just pulled behind us. A dark handsome young man with a full beard got out of the truck and immediately went to work. Within minutes the flat tire was removed and replaced with the spare one.

Delighted with such quick service, Dave reached to give the young man a tip;  and true to my husband’s friendly nature asked, “What’s your name?”

“My name is Joshua.”

“God bless you, Joshua.”

“God bless you!” he answered, and before we knew it—the young man climbed into his truck and was gone.

As we pulled back onto the road, I reached for my phone. I could hardly wait to share the news with my sister.

“Carole, he said his name is Joshua.”

“Glenda, Joshua means Jesus!”

Humbled, grateful and amazed; we sensed the Lord had sent a ministering angel to protect and help us on our continuing journey.

I share this Christmas past story, hoping to encourage you to pray when you  find yourself in a distressing situation. In need of rescue. In need of protection. In need of hope and help for your life’s journey. Who knows but if you too may receive a miraculous answer.

How could it be, my Kinsman Redeemer?
You left heaven’s splendor,
pierced through the cold darkness
of this world,
and came as a babe
on that night
so long ago.

You are the Eternal God who spoke
the world into being.
How could it be that you 
stooped to my level,
looked into my eyes and said,
“My Child I love you,
and it was for you I died.”

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Posted by: Glenda Mills | November 27, 2019

The Joy of Giving Thanks

Enter His Gates with Thanksgiving
Psalm 100:4

Picture a little girl sitting all alone on an enbankment near her home, dutifully pouring over the words from her Bible, taking time to memorize Psalm 100. A favorite elementary teacher had given the assignment to complete during the Thanksiving Holiday. 

Today, I’m surprised my first memory of Thanksgiving isn’t about the feast and fellowship our family enjoyed that day. No, it isn’t about the food.

It’s all about Psalm 100.

Those words penned on paper, thousands of years ago by a sheperd boy named David, took root in my heart that day and started me on the pathway of knowing God.

Now in the winter season of my life, I still love to quote the psalm.  

Make a joyful noise unto the Lord, all ye lands.
Serve the LORD with gladness.
Come before His presence with singing.
Know that the Lord, He is God. 
It is He that hath made us, and not we ourselves.
We are His people and the sheep of His pasture. 
Enter His gates with Thanksgiving and into His courts with praise.
Be thankful unto Him and bless His name. 
For the Lord is good. His mercy is everlasting
and His truth endures to all generations (Psalm 100 KJV).

What special memories of Thanksgivings past come to your mind today?

May your time with family and friends be especially blessed as you gather around the table to thank the Lord for His many blessings.

Happy Thanksgiving!

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Posted by: Glenda Mills | October 25, 2019

Faith, Hope, Love

If I could take a walk with you
I’d take your hand and pray;
for God to pour His love in you
with each new passing day.
I’d pray for overcoming hope,
to heal and make you whole.
a hope both steadfast and sure,
the anchor of your soul.

I’d pray for overcoming faith that
comes from deep within,
and thrives in repentant hearts
when souls are born again.
I’d pray the Savior’s love will
mend, restore, release… the joy
that rises up to sing
the praises of our King. 

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Posted by: Glenda Mills | October 19, 2019

Pass The Story Down

Tell your children about it in the years to come, and let your children
tell their children. Joel 1:3 NLT

Daddy and EstherLegacy, inheritance, heirloom—
something or someone from the
past that left a gift to influence
other lives, both present and future.

With each passing year, I am more grateful for the legacy of faith Daddy
left our family when he went home to heaven almost twenty years ago. 

I was the second of seven, eager as all my siblings were to climb into my Father’s lap and listen to the songs of faith he sang over us.

My Dad modeled a quiet, confident faith through all the changing and
challenging seasons of his life and his words still echo in my heart today—

“Everything’s going to be all right”.  

The promise from God’s Word was passed down to us from the pages of the Bible….And because He believed, so did we.  

Words of truth and songs of faith spoken by our dad were welcomed again and again, rooting our hearts deeper into our Heavenly Father’s eternal love. 

Finally, our champion of faith lived it, leaving his grateful family an example to follow all the days of our lives.

It’s almost like Daddy is leaning over the balcony of heaven today, cheering us on, encouraging us to live our lives in the quiet confidence that God is always working behind the scenes; with a purpose that eternity will fully reveal.

Our Lord is working for our good and His glory….And He’s using all the circumstances in our lives to conform us into the image of His son.

Sometimes I hear the second generation share the same promise with their children and grandchildren. They too are passing the promise down to the present generations.

“And we know that God causes everything to work together for the good of those who love God and are called according to his purpose, and He chose
them to become like His son.” (Romans 8: 28, 29)

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Posted by: Glenda Mills | September 10, 2019

I Choose to Rejoice Always

I’m still learning to trust God,
 whether skies are stormy or clear,
During times of loss or gain,
in laughter or in tears….
Knowing the One who shelters me under the
shadow of His wings keeps me there.
My soul is safe and secure,
blessed beyond measure, 
with a peace that passes all understanding….
All because God’s anointed Servant
willingly laid down His life
that I might truly live in this life
and for all eternity.

Rejoice in the Lord always; Again I say rejoice! Philippians 4:4
He poured out His life unto death, and was numbered
with the transgressors. For He bore the sin of many,
and made intercession for the transgressors.
 Isaiah 53:sv. 12


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Posted by: Glenda Mills | September 4, 2019

It Took a Savior

Love formed and shaped the
mountain backdrop.
Blended shades of pink,
blue and purple.
Brushed contrast of light
and shadows,
and carved out mountains and valleys.

I believe all creation announced
the beauty of God’s
Holy love
the moment
He spoke it into being….
Yet it took a Savior to brush
strokes of love upon our needy hearts.


In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth,
and the Spirit of God was hovering over its surface.
Genesis 1:1,2 sv. NLT

For God so loved the world, He gave His only son, so that everyone who
believes in Him will not perish, but have everlasting life.
John 3:16 NLT

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