Glenda Mills

Hope That Doesn't Disappoint

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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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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Passing Through

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“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 load . . .for the purpose of Christ-like-ness?”

There it was. The purpose of the trial. God’s eternal perspective. That I become more like Jesus.

With that in mind, hope was surprisingly reborn. I was willing to go on and believe for the strength needed to continue on my journey. More than anything I wanted to endure this trial in order for Christ to be formed in me.

I wanted to learn the lesson of the caterpillar … the chrysalis … the cocoon … the butterfly.

Metamorphosis.
photo 2.jpg.butterflyI prayed the pressure of the trial would press me through to new beginnings. By faith, I left the cocoon of unbelief behind and with the pause of God’s grace, my exercised wings of faith were strengthened to fly to those heavenly places where God’s eternal perspective changed my heart. I was given strength to press on and press through.

The landscape of my heart changed when I submitted my heart and will to the One I call my Lord and hopelessness gave way to a confident hope that endures to this day. Worship replaced worry as I focused on God and His promises. Fear had to flee when I faced my enemy and stood on the naked truth of the Word of God….The truth that always sets us free.

Now some twenty plus years later I look back knowing time and God’s grace has caused me to forget the past as I stand in awe of the One who makes all things new. I rejoice in times present as the Spirit of God continues to change the landscape of my heart. I want to please the Lord intentionally. I want to press through my trials and watch for the bloom of patient endurance in my life.

What tempts you to lose heart? Have you talked to the Lord about it?

When the winds of change threaten the landscape of your heart, your family and nation, call out to Jesus. He’s been there all along, awaiting your heart’s cry. The Sovereign Lord of the universe rules and reigns over all the fearful and stormy circumstances of life. 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