Glenda Mills

Hope That Doesn't Disappoint

The Heart Of Our Daddy

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Time alone revealed the true heart of our Daddy.

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Seasons of his life reflected the loving care he gave our family.
We remember a daddy who held his children close, rocked
and 
sang beautiful songs of faith over us.
We remember long years of sacrificial hard work to provide for a growing family.
His example taught us to take responsibility for those we love,
even when the cost is great.
Looking back, we believe he would have given his life for any one of us.
That kind of love goes a long way when it is
forever modeled before you.
We remember the love that swelled our hearts when he would say;
“I’m the richest man in town because of the
seven children God gave me.”
We remember Daddy was always true to Mother.
Loving her, providing for and protecting
her all those years.
We remember a contagious laughter that just about lifted the roof.
Like the day we watched our favorite family movie.
Those were the times 
we just about got down
and rolled on the floor with him.
How we loved to hear Daddy laugh.
We remember challenging seasons of life, when hope was restored by
his oft-quoted confident words.
“Everything’s going to be all right”.
An echo of the promise of Romans 8:28:
“God causes all things to work together for good to those who love God.”

Thank you God for giving us a daddy that left us with
a legacy we shall always cherish. 

 

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My Mother’s Heart

Sweet memories of mother line the walls of my heart.

Glenda Mills

My Mother’s Heart


Time alone revealed the true heart
of my mother. 

Seasons of her life reflected
the love and care she
gave our family. 
Myriads of memories
ever so
 sweet 
etched on my heart and mind. 
Easter dresses, hand made
for five daughters,
while she sacrificially
and
 unashamedly went without.
Sunday dinners,
joyfully prepared and served
with beautiful heart and hands;
all for the unabashed
love of family. 
Letters and notes
of encouragement
to a son or daughter
far from home.
Times spent in prayer down
on her knees,

knowing something
wasn’t quite right
and so she prayed. 
Daring to believe for a miracle
when doctors said,
“No chance this baby can live”.
A textbook miracle
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 who lived forty-five years.
Caring for Daddy through
 years of illness,
faithfully by his side with hope and prayers.

A heart broken many times by unbelievable losses
grandsons, husband, son, parents, brothers and sisters…
Yet…

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When Tears Must Fall

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Who is this coming up from the wilderness, leaning on her beloved? Song of Songs 8:5

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My peace I give
 in the winding wilderness,
where heart and
mind are overwhelmed.
Worry not nor fret,
my daughter.
Lean hard on Me and
trust and rest.

My love I give
 in the valley of trials,
where tears
must fall along the way.
Offer me your tears,
My daughter.
Lean hard on Me and
trust and rest.

 

 

 

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Shoots of New Growth

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

IMG_1583.jpg.irisheartofhopeWe don’t have to leave our home these days for the world’s bad news to come crashing down upon us. Too much information . . . both good and bad . . . crowds our souls as we search the internet, scan the news and browse Facebook. Sometimes we just need to stop . . . pull back . . . and take a break from the world.

The best way I know of getting away from it all is to get up early and watch a new day dawn. Now with the changing of seasons, I love to take a walk and embrace the beauty of springtime.  Signs of new growth surround me and soon I’m down on my knees digging in the soil . . . pulling weeds . . . transplanting old plants . . . adding new ones.

In the same way,  Spring can ring eternal in our hearts when we take time to walk through the Word of God and embrace the promises found there. The eternal truths written down for us never lose their power to renew and refresh our minds. Give comfort when we grieve a loss…and cause new hope to arise in our hearts during times of stormy trials and winds of adversity.

There’s a hope rooted
down deep . . .
Deep in the soil of God’s love.
Winds of adversity
tests it . . .
Stormy trials try

to possess it . . .
But hope is rooted,
rooted down deep
in the soil of
God’s love.  

There’s a hope springing up
with shoots of

new growth.
Nothing can stop it—
Evil can’t thwart it.
Hope always
thrusts through

hardened soil,
softened by Spring’s rain.
Eternal hope . . .

Everlasting love.

Anchor of my soul,
birthed and
born again. (John 3:3-17)

Eternal Seed implanted . . .
catch the wind of the Spirit.
New life . . .
spring forth.

Awaken winter’s dead.
Heavenly showers fall—
rain flowers
upon my soul.


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Morning’s Quiet

Glenda Mills

It’s the dead of winter here in wild and wonderful West Virgina
and while I appreciate the Winter wonderland,  I must confess
my Alabama roots beckon me.
I’m still a flatlander at heart, especially this time of year.
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I still love the view from
my kitchen table as snowflakes
fall brightening the landscape
and backdrop of the mountains.

Cardinals, doves, and snow buntings
are a welcomed delight as my husband
and I feast on the beauty God paints for us.

Yet I long for warmer temps and flat lands this time of the year.

This morning I came across an old poem reminding me how blessed I am…
no matter where I live or whatever season I find myself in.

The quiet of the morning spent with my bible and journal
takes me to a place that fills the deeper longing of my soul.
The psalmist said it best.

As the deer pants for the…

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