About Glenda Mills

Writing to Encourage and give hope through prose and poetry

I Saw You Just The Other Day

Grandma Naomi Biggs

I saw you just the other day. Busy working in your big old house—preparing food, loving life, showing genuine concern
for those around you.

I saw you just the other day—on your birthday, such a

special one. Oh how we loved hearing your precious gift of laughter! 
Such a sweet lady. We were honored to be near you.

I saw you just the other day— greeting me at the door, hugging me

so warmly. Only grandmothers can hug like that.
I noticed your walk was a bit slower, and you were growing older;
yet that lovely sparkle still shone in your eyes.

I saw you just the other day, at Christmas. Your face alight with
your children all around you. Those times always made you the
happiest—yet you were always full of the joy of the Lord.

I saw you just the other day; weak, tired, weary of suffering. 
I will never forget your arm slowly reaching around my shoulder.
That little hug spoke more than words ever could.
You are the closest I’ve ever come to an angel.

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

© Cathy Chandler -1984

Joy in the Morning

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Dear Friend,
This poem came to me years ago, while I was at the seashore for a personal retreat in Ocean City, New Jersey.
I got dressed early one morning and walked the short distance to the boardwalk, arriving just as the sun was rising over the ocean. Moments later I sat down on a large rock near water’s edge; my eyes feasting on the never-ending waves crashing against the rocks along the shoreline.

The scene before my awestruck eyes was a picture of God’s never-ending love crashing through the walls of my barren heart. It wasn’t long before the words of this poem filled the pages of my journal, echoing the new found joy I had long awaited. 

Joy in the morning,
How I welcome Your Presence.
Jesus . . . Sweet Rose of Sharon,
Joy of my life.


Joy at noontime,
Your presence always welcomed,
Giving strength from above.
Jesus . . . You are my Joy! 


Joy in the evening,
Your presence lingers still,
While  I wait in silence,
You whisper . . . “Peace be still. “

Joy at nighttime,
Sweet communion with the Lord.
Darkness and light are alike to you.
Jesus . . . Joy of my nights! 

Joy of my Beloved . . . your love is endless, filling the earth as the waters cover the sea. 
It just keeps coming, coming towards me.  This Joy . . . filling, and  infusing new life,
boundless and free. 

Weeping may endure for the night, 
but Joy comes in the morning. 
Psalm 30:5 




What Would Grandma Do?

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O taste and see that the Lord is good; How blessed is the man who takes refuge in Him. Psalm 34:8

She could neither read nor write, but that didn’t stop Grandma Biggs from singing praises to the Lord. 

Picture a little girl just about to enter Grandma’s kitchen for a drink of water. The sound of beautiful singing slows her footsteps. Peaking around the corner, a curious scene unfolds.

Grandma is all alone in her kitchen. Arms raised, feet dancing, and face aglow as she lifts her voice and sings a beautiful melodic song.   

I was that little girl. A little bit afraid and way too young to understand 
what I was seeing. Yet I somehow knew this was a sacred moment 
and I was not to interrupt. My grandmother was standing on Holy Ground.  

That precious memory still warms my heart today as I wonder how my grandmother would react had she been living during the coronavirus pandemic.

Would she be shut up to fear or shut in to faith? Would she whine and complain? Would she worry or worship?

I’ve no doubt what Grandma would do.  Day by day she would be shut in to faith, fully trusting, and leaning on the Sovereign Lord who is in full control. 

Chooseing not to whine, worry or complain, she would lift her hands
in worship to the King of Kings and Lord of Lords. 

And as in all the hard times of her life, she would pray this thing through and receive the peace of God that passes all understanding. 


And you better believe Grandma would be in her kitchen, preparing delicious meals, whipping up those biscuits, and wearing a smile that was a foretaste of heaven.  

For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, so that whosoever believes in Him, should not perish,
but have everlasting life. John 3:16

And we know that God causes all things to work together for good

for those who love the Lord. For those who are called
according to His purpose. Romans 8:28


Sheltered In The Cleft

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Oh my dove in the cleft of the Rock…Song of Songs 2:14

The Bride of Christ is God’s Dove,
Sheltered in the safety 
Of the cleft of the Rock.
It may be a secret place, yet
directed by Him.

It may be a steep place,
yet known by Him.
It may be a deep valley,
Yet He promised never to
leave your side.



May you hear the voice of the Lord,
calling you from distracting voices,
who vy for your attention.
May you hear Him sing over you
with the voice of the Beloved.

May the Dove of His Presence
strengthen and refresh
as you stay sheltered
in the safety
of the Cleft of the Rock.