Glenda Mills

Hope That Doesn't Disappoint

Lean Hard On Me

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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.

Put my tears in your bottle, are they not all in your book?
Psalm 56:8

 

 

 

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Passing Through

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Have you ever felt like giving up?
I have.

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 on my heart.


Are you willing to hupomeno?

Hupomeno. If it sounds like greek to you, you are right. Its the greek word I had just learned
in my Bible study class. The commentary said, it means to bear up under the load, for the pur-
pose of Christ-like-ness.

There it was. The purpose of the trial. God’s eternal perspective, knowing that He is even right
now causing all things to work together for good for those called according to His purpose. The
purpose of being conformed to the image of Christ. In short, that I become more like Jesus.

That’s what I wanted, more than anything. I wanted to respond to my present trial in the same
way He would.

I prayed a simple prayer and said yes. I would be willing to remain under the trial a little longer,
trusting God’s purpose of forever changing me. The release of the heavy load I had been carrying,
was instant. Replaced with a peace beyond my understanding.

Now some twenty plus years later I look back and stand in awe of the One who makes all things
new. The trial was temporary, for a set time with an eternal purpose to produce endurance in me.

When the winds of stormy circumstances tempt you to lose heart, call out to Jesus. He’s waiting to
hear your heart’s cry. He’ll take you to the other side of the storm.

We’re Passing through
the storm,
Be-loved of God.
Jesus is on board our battered ship
and He’s speaking peace
to stormy winds and troubled hearts.

We’re pressing through
the storm,
Child of God.
Our Captain and Navigator
controls the winds of change
and has a sure destination in mind.

We’re praying through
the storm—
Bride of Christ.
He sees and knows
when teardrops fall—
And He’s praying us
through to the
other side of the storm.

Reflections from Matthew 8:23-27; Philippians 4:12-13; Romans 8:28-29


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A Song In The Night

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Where is God my maker who gives songs in the night?
Job 35:10

I’d rather be in the valley of trials
with Jesus
than on the mountaintop
without Him.

He gives a song—
even when I can’t sing it.
He’s there,
watching
caring
singing over me—
And I’m held by strong chords
of God’s love.

Then when my spirit and soul
are renewed,
I pick up His song—
And sing it back to Him.


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Clouds Are The Dust Of His Feet

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Clouds are the dust of His feet.

No whirlwind or storm

Can ever separate from His love;

For it’s at His feet

We receive mercy, grace and love.

The Lord has His way in the whirlwind and the storm, and clouds are the dust of His feet. Nahum 1:3


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Wash My Feet?

“Never shall you wash my feet!”
This was too much for Peter.
Too much to think the Lord would
want to wash his feet. This was the
Christ, the Messiah. 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, the reluctant disciple’s heart changed.

Then Lord, wash not only my feet, but my hands and my head. 

Jesus took a towel and basin and met with me one day.
Will you let me wash your feet before you go your way?
Before you begin the work, I’ve called you to do;
Before you yield your body, My power and love flow through.
Before you face another day, knowing not what it will bring,
Will you let me wash your feet and cause your heart to sing?
Will you cease from all self-effort, come to me and rest?
Learn my yoke is easy, My will for you is best.
Will you let me wash your feet before you start your day?
Will you listen for my voice, My will and my way?
  . . . . . .

The poem was given to me out in the middle of the ocean years ago. Hoping I would
not forget the words pouring into my heart, I prayed I would remember them when
I returned to my hotel room.

I’m so grateful the words poured out afresh on pen and paper when I sat down to write.
Though inspired by the Lord, I believe the painting of a man sitting at his desk with
head bowed, while Jesus washed his feet, was the visual I needed to write it. Our children
had given the beautiful painting to their dad just after he had accepted a new job with a
special mission. The painting now hangs over his desk. And just to the left of the painting
is the framed poem entrusted to me many years ago.

Thank you Lord. I now know you were more after Peter’s heart than his feet. And what a
wonder to think 
you want to spend time lavishing unconditional love on your children. All
we need do is make room in 
our hearts for you. Only then can we receive the fresh outpour
of your grace. The grace that cleanses and renews the
thoughts and intents of our hearts,
and gives us a song to sing. 

This means that anyone who belongs to Christ has become a new person.
The old life is gone, a new life has begun. 2 Corinthians 5:17 NLT