Glenda Mills

Hope That Doesn't Disappoint

A Faith More Precious Than Gold

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The Valley of Trials

You have come through
the valley of trials,
and have found Me faithful.
You’ve wept and cried out,
worshipped, and leaned hard on Me,
and always—always
I’ve been by your side.

I’ve sung over you
and rejoiced to hear you pick
up the song
and sing it back to Me.
I’ve held you close
to My heart
when yours was breaking.

I’ve promised your joy will return
and will watch and
wait with you,

until you find it to be so.
I am all you need,
no matter
the season, trial or test.

I have found your tested faith more precious than gold.

I have sought you out,
chosen and called you to come to Me.
I am your very source of
the Bread of life and Living water.
I AM….I AM
and I’ll be what it takes
to meet your need.

 

 

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Dove of His Presence

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Dove of His presence,
You have graced and embraced me…
Poured the balm of Gilead
on open wounds…
Taken the sweetness
of the 
cross of Jesus…
and dipped me 
in living waters
of sweet contentment and joy. 

No circumstance…
no matter how hard
or bitter…
need stop the 
sweetness of God’s presence
in our lives. 
We only need to bow
and release
the tangled strings
of our heart to Jesus. 

Then we listen for the song He puts right there…
Right there in the center of our being. 

Meditations from Exodus 15:24-26; Jeremiah 8:22; John 7:38; Revelation 7:17

 

 

 

 

 

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Dove In The Cleft of the Rock

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The Bride of Christ is God’s Dove—
Sheltered in the Safety of the Cleft of the Rock.

He sings over her,
Invites her to look up
and sing along—
Then picks up
a sweet tune,
putting a smile on her face
and joy in her heart.

It may be a secret place,
yet it’s known to Him.
It may be a steep place—
but directed by Him.
It may be a deep valley,
but He promised
never to leave your side.

Sometimes our Lord
calls us from
clamorous voices that
vie for our attention—
Only then do
we hear
His voice alone.

 

 

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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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How Do You Explain God’s Love

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Could we with ink the ocean fill

And were the skies of parchment made

Were every stalk on earth a quill

And every man a scribe by trade

To write the love of God above

Would drain the ocean dry

Nor could the scroll contain the whole

Though stretched from sky to sky

O Love of God, how rich and pure

How marvelous and strong

It shall forever more endure

The saints and angels song

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