Glenda Mills

Hope That Doesn't Disappoint

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My Soul Takes Wing

Glenda Mills

 And he said to them, “Come, we shall go to the country alone and rest a little.” Mark 6:31

Sometimes I long for a walk on a little country
road next to nowhere. A place where I can
breathe the fresh air and embrace the beauty
of God’s creation around me. A place so quiet
I can hear the promptings of God’s spirit over
the thoughts and intents of my heart.

I’m grateful for the many times I’ve been there,

yet I’ve discovered I can still take that walk every  day, but it starts not on a country road but
right here in the privacy of my home. In my quiet place, where I sit in my comfortable chair
with an open Bible and a pen.

It’s called walking through the Bible. It starts with praise, followed by a prayer that God will
take my heart, renew and restore it as I meditate on the greatest love letter ever written. All
along the way, I can stop and tell the Lord what’s on my mind. And He responds with a sure
word of encouragement, instruction or counsel…

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Writing for Him



I have journaled for decades.
Poured out my heart on tear
stained paper. Held nothing
back from the One who held
me. Year after year I climbed
into my Father’s lap. Gave the
the broken pieces of my heart

back to Him. And He mended it. Again and again.

Now in the winter season of my life, I look back from heaven’s point of view, 
and gratefully proclaim: He does all things well. 

Like yours, my story is different, yet in many ways the same. Truth is we
are all broken in some way. And we can all give our hearts back to the Only
One who can mend it. 

Are the details of our lives important? Maybe. Maybe not. I for one don’t feel
need to air our dirty laundry to those around us. Some things are meant
for God’s ears only. The One who formed us in our mother’s womb knows all
about our lives. (Psalm 139)

I challenge you to take up your pen and write a letter to the only One who can
re-write your story. Pour our your heart and ask Him to pour out His love.
(John 3: 16) Come to Jesus, our wonderful merciful savior. Our High Priest
who is touched by your feelings, and able to help in your time of need.
(Hebrews 4:13-16)

Hope does not put us to shame, because God’s love has been poured into
our hearts through the Holy Spirit who has been given to us.





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Happy Birthday Davy

Happy Birthday Davy!

Glenda Mills

When I’m down and feeling blue,

I’ll take a memory of you…
and let it dance inside my mind,
to lift and lighten sadness there,
with memories and love so rare
(written by my sister Cathy Chandler)

It is never easy to lose someone you love.
The pain of separation that death brings is real. Sometimes tears fall when you least expect it.  A picture.  A memory.  An emptiness left that no one else can fill. Yet the hope of seeing our loved ones again, fills our hearts with gratitude for the gift they were to each of us while they were here on earth.

How true this is of our brother. Davy was born with a severely deformed heart
and not expected to live past 6 months old. But God had a different plan. By his grace, Davy survived 4 open heart surgeries and lived to be forty-five…

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Wash My Feet?

A new year awaits us as we leave the old behind. A time to reflect on times past, anticipate, and endeavor to make 2018 count. With that in mind, I am reblogging, hoping to preserve both old and new. This one’s dedicated to my husband, as he continues to show me what its like to be a servant. Thank you Dave!

Glenda Mills

“Never shall you wash my feet!”
This was too much for Peter. Too much to think that the Lord would want to washhisfeet. This was the Christ, the Messiah.
This was too much for the proud and impulsive disciple to submit to such a humbling act of service.

This was the very Son of God! Peter knew in his heart he should be the one washing Jesus feet!

Yet, when told he could have no part in the life of Jesus without being washed by Him, Peter’s heart was changed.

“Lord, then wash not only my feet, but my hands and my head.”

Peter thought he knew his own heart. He thought he was strong and brave enough to follow Jesus anywhere; even lay down his life for him. Yet the proud and self-righteous disciple fearfully denied Jesus three times that very night. Just as Jesus had warned.

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Call Him Jesus

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An old blog, with an unchanging message. May the Hope of Christmas flood your heart with the living reality of Jesus…Immanuel God with us.

Glenda Mills

Therefore the Lord Himself will give you a sign.
Behold a virgin shall conceive and bear a son, and shall call
His name Immanuel. Isaiah 7:14

What a wonderful time of the year as believers in Jesus remember the hope and joy of Christmas. What wonderful news that Jesus broke through the darkness of night to enter our  world…To show us what God is like. And what a miracle to believe that Jesus can still break through the darkest and hardest of hearts and cause us to be born again. We can become like little children and receive eternal life when we bow before the King of Kings and Lord of Lords and receive this Blessed Gift of the Father. The gift of forgiveness of our sins, the gift of new life in Christ, the gift of heaven awaiting those who will come and believe. I invite you to grab a bible and…

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