Glenda Mills

Hope That Doesn't Disappoint

Stop Doubting and Believe

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I’ve always appreciated the honesty
of Thomas. It mattered not when he
heard the reports of others who had
seen Jesus face to face the morning
he rose from the grave. This doubting
disciple wanted hard proof. He declared
he would not believe unless he could
see the nail prints in Jesus hand.

Jesus knew the heart of Thomas. And He knows ours.

Is it not true some of us are tempted to doubt God’s promises when things don’t turn out the way we had expected?

Sometimes our  minds and emotions tempt us to beg God for proof before we will believe. That’s when we need to remember to renew our minds by reading the good news the Bible speaks of.

So with that said, the following is my declaration of belief in the One who loved me enough to die on Calvary’s cruel cross in my place that I might have eternal life.
(John 3:16)

The stripping, beating, and cursing.
The casting of lots for his robe.
The crowning of thorns
on Golgotha’s hill.
The cross
and the nails.
The perfect sacrificial
Lamb of God,
Savior and Redeemer,
the body and blood of Jesus—
wounded and bleeding,
broken and spilled out,
dying for you and for me.

The prayer,
“Father forgive them, they
know not what they do”.
The loud voice,
“It is finished.
Into your hands
I commit my spirit.”
The veil, torn into
from top to bottom.
The open door
to the Holy of Holies
inviting whosoever
will may come.
The third day
angels rolled away
the stone and
Jesus rose from
the grave.

He Arose!

The empty tomb,
his appearing to
the women,
Peter and other disciples.
Then Jesus said to Thomas,

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“Put your finger here and look at my hands. Reach out your hand
and put it into my side.
Stop doubting and believe.” John 20:27

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Miracle of Spring Time

I couldn’t wait to take a peak. I pushed
back the mulch and sure enough, there
they were. Daffodil bulbs I planted in the
fall had forced through winter’s frozen
ground. Once again I was seeing evidence
of the miracle of Spring time.

To me the passing of winter reveals this truth we often forget or take for granted.
Life follows death. The earth has gone to sleep in late fall, followed by winter.
Soft grounds harden and all vegetation dies.

I can’t help but think of the parallel in our lives. Winter seasons of our lives, threaten our faith and endurance. We wonder, will the joy of springtime ever come again? Will we be able to rise up and leave winters past behind us?

There is One who promises that we can endure. We can pass that test. We can rise up again and experience new beginnings that God promises for those who love Him.

Why?

We have a hope that is anchored and secured in our soul through all seasons of our lives. But sometimes hope lies dormant in the soil of our heart. We must wait for hope to spring anew.

For those who believe, our hope lies in the God and Father of our LORD Jesus Christ, and in His Promised Presence. He has promised He will never leave….never forsake us.

When sickness, death and loss shake our world; when doubts and fears raise their ugly heads; when the battlefield of our heart tempts us to question when we should trust….We need to remember the Lord is near.  He doesn’t leave us alone to fight our battles. He gets down in the trenches of our troubled hearts and minds, and when we can no longer fight  for ourselves. He fights for us. Gives strength to climb out of the pit and teaches us to embrace rekindled hope and the new beginnings God promises.

What a Hope! What a Savior! What a Creator!

The same God who planted seeds of new growth in the beginning, (Genesis 1) can also plant new seeds of hope in hearts that make room for Jesus.

What new seeds do you need to plant in the garden of your heart today?

Winter is past, and the rains are over and gone.
flowers are springing up,
and the season of singing birds has come.
Song of Songs sv. 2:11,12 NLT

Thank you Heavenly Father for the miracle and beauty of springtime. We pray that you will rekindle the eternal hope you placed in our hearts when we were born of Your Spirit. Let the seeds of faith planted in our hearts, burst forth once again with songs of praise.


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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.

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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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