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.

A Song in the Night

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I’d rather walk

in the valley with Jesus

than on a mountain-top

without Him.

He gives a song

in the night. 

He sings loudly,

knitting our hearts together

with sweet chords of love.

I’d rather walk

through valley’s long trial

with the Shepherd—

than high on a mountain

without His sweet song.

Sing over me, Shepherd of my soul. Help me go forth with heart
and hands lifted up, s
inging Love’s sweet song.

 

I call to remembrance my song in the night. Psalm 77:6
He will rejoice over you with singing. Zephaniah 3:17 

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Believing to See

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I will not lose heart though clouds threaten

To hide His face.

My Redeemer is strong,

Full of saving grace.

I will not lose hope if doubts rush in

And fear assails.

My Redeemer is strong,

Anchors, holds, prevails.

I will not despair when human love

Rejects, forsakes.

My Redeemer leaves not,

Accepts for Love’s sake.

 

One day heaven’s curtain will open and I will see Him face to face.

Til then I wait…

Believing to see His goodness,

Strengthened by His Faith,

Anchored in His Hope,

Embraced by His Love.

 

Reflections from Psalm 27: 13, 14; 1 Corinthians 13

 

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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

Love’s Sweet Song

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I’d rather walk

in the valley with Jesus

than on the mountain-top

without Him.

He gives a song

through long days and nights.

He sings loudly—

knitting hearts together

with sweet chords of love. View the pictures →

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