Glenda Mills

Hope That Doesn't Disappoint


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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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Passing Through

I found this blog this morning and knew I needed to repost it. Not only for myself, but for others who may be looking for a purpose through present trials.

Glenda Mills

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You have need of endurance, so that when you have done
the will of God, you may receive what was promised—Hebrews 10:36 NAS.

“Lord, I don’t think I can go on.”

My circumstances pressed down hard on me, tempting me to believe there was no hope for the trial I faced.

Have you ever felt like giving up? Maybe you believed God would spare you from further pain. Yet there you were still walking through the pain of the trial of your faith. Looking for a place of protection from the enemy and his lies. A place to leave your weariness. A place to rest.

I recall a time long past when I was so weary I would have given up on life itself, had not the Spirit of God impressed this question upon my heart.

“Are you willing to hupomeno . . . bear up under the…

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Call Him Jesus

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Behold a virgin shall conceive and bear a son…Isaiah 7:14 

For God so loved He gave….John 3:16 

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Call Him God’s Son
Loving Savior
 Incarnate Baby come down to earth

Call Him Mighty God

Birthed in holy hush of night
and Laid in a manger 

Call Him Wonderful Counselor
Infinite Comforter,
Full of grace, mercy and truth

Call Him Jesus, Gift of the Father 
Seeking and saving
those who are lost 

Reflections from Isaiah 7:14, 9:6, John 3

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 given 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 read the entire chapter of John 3. May we have eyes to see and ears to hear the good news of the gospel.

May the Joy of Jesus fill your heart and home this Christmas and in the days to come.
Love Glenda and Dave Mills 

*Painting by my sister, Jean Bryars 

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When Conflict Comes

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The story is told about a father and his young son running out of gas one night on a lonely dark road. Their only option was to get out of the car and walk until they found a gas station some miles away.

“Daddy, it’s dark and I can’t see you. Can I hold your hand until we find the light?”

I think that’s how we feel sometimes when we encounter strange trials. The way up ahead seems dark and we realize there is no way we can find light again, unless we keep holding on to our Father’s hand.
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Have you been there?

I have. The truth is I don’t remember
the exact trial I was going through
at the time. I just remember choosing
to hold onto God’s hand…
knowing He knows the way out of
the darkness of conflict.

The following prayer/poem was given to me during that season. I feel led to share it this morning, in hope that someone will be encouraged to grab hold to our Father’s hand and trust Him to comfort, strengthen and give needed direction.

Peace Borne of Conflict

There’s a peace borne out of conflict, not of sweet repose.
The peace our Father sends
upon the One He knows.

Breathe upon our hearts, sweet Holy Peace of God.
Release the fragrance of the rose
upon the path we trod.

Pour forth Your Holy Spirit, the fruit of peace divine;
The peace borne out of conflict
upon this heart of mine.

In times of stormy conflict, through restless nights and days,
Blow gently upon this rose,
the sacrifice of praise.

If I say, “surely the darkness shall cover me, and the light about me be night”. 
Even the darkness is not dark to you; the night is as bright as the day,
for darkness is as light to you. Psalm 139: 11,12 

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