Glenda Mills

Hope That Doesn't Disappoint


The Heart Of Our Daddy

Time alone revealed the true heart of our Daddy.


Seasons of his life reflected the loving care he gave our family.
We remember a daddy who held his children close, rocked
sang beautiful songs of faith over us.
We remember long years of sacrificial hard work to provide for a growing family.
His example taught us to take responsibility for those we love,
even when the cost is great.
Looking back, we believe he would have given his life for any one of us.
That kind of love goes a long way when it is
forever modeled before you.
We remember the love that swelled our hearts when he would say;
“I’m the richest man in town because of the
seven children God gave me.”
We remember Daddy was always true to Mother.
Loving her, providing for and protecting
her all those years.
We remember a contagious laughter that just about lifted the roof.
Like the day we watched our favorite family movie.
Those were the times 
we just about got down
and rolled on the floor with him.
How we loved to hear Daddy laugh.
We remember challenging seasons of life, when hope was restored by
his oft-quoted confident words.
“Everything’s going to be all right”.
An echo of the promise of Romans 8:28:
“God causes all things to work together for good to those who love God.”

Thank you God for giving us a daddy that left us with
a legacy we shall always cherish. 



Mama’s Table

Mama was Mrs. Southern Hospitality
personified! She absolutely loved being
in the kitchen. No one made biscuits,
coffee can bread or cornbread, except
her own mother. She taught her
daughter well!

Southern fried chicken, stewed squash,
sweet and sour meatballs, sloppy joes,
chicken potpie, and chicken and
dumplings; were but just a few of the
delicious meals she loved to prepare

for those fortunate enough to sit at her table.

Are you hungry yet? Try adding pound cake, chocolate pudding, peach cobbler,
coconut cake, or banana pudding for dessert. You have a fine southern home
cooked meal!

Nothing could match sitting around mama’s table. What precious memories
those times were for our family and friends who lingered there, laughing and
listening to the sounds of love.

Mama’s nurturing gift of love and hospitality blessed not only our family,
but countless others who dropped in at just the right moment. Seems like there
was always room to squeeze in one more at her table, and when there were no
places left? Well you were happy to take your plate to the living room or bedroom.
Her love followed you everywhere!

How grateful I am God gave me a glimpse of His table through my precious
mother. She went home to heaven years ago, leaving our family with a rich
legacy of faith, hope, and love. How we miss her, but we’ll see her again,
on that glad day when God calls His children home.

Her children stand and bless her. Her husband praises her.
There are many virtuous and capable women in the world,
but you surpass them all. Proverbs 31:28-29 




When Flowers Fade


Seems like the older I get the faster
the seasons come and go…and the
challenges that come with them.
This has been especially true this
year. Two deaths in our family, both
sudden and unexpected.

A special niece the day after Christmas, followed by the death of a brother-in law just six months

We traveled to South Alabama both times, wanting to give support and comfort for my sisters and
their famlies as we grieved the loss of loved ones together.

Now months later, we are about to witness another changing season. Soon the flowers of summer
will fade and fall as the heat of summer gives way to shorter days and cooler temperatures with the
promise of another winter to soon follow.

I don’t feel ready for another winter. Seems like we just got through the last one. Yet I love this time
ofthe year. The metamorphosis of Fall beckons me to feast my eyes on the beauty of the changing
season when green leaves magically turn yellow, gold, red and brown.

For me the beautiful backdrop of God’s creation causes me to pause and reflect on the faithfulness
of God during the changing seasons of our lives.

Even the season of death and sorrow cannot take away the hope of seeing our loved ones again.
Death has been swallowed up in life. They are just beyond the thin veil that seperates heaven and

Unlike the falling leaves, the Word of the Lord remains with us forever. We cling to the hope of the
eternal and faithful promises that hold and strengthen us during times of grief and loss. And we
find peace through the Comforter who lives within us.

Our lives are like a fading flower, but we believe we will bloom in heaven for eternity.

What a great reunion in heaven awaits those who place their trust in the Lord Jesus Christ, where
He has prepared a place for us to live with Him eternally.

For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten son, so that whoever
believes in Him will not perish, but have everlasting life. (John 3:16)


He Gives Songs in the Night

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Even in the dead of Winter
When broken hearts fill with grief,
Even in darkest valley,
New songs are oft released.

Even in darkest night-time,
When eyes are bereft of light…
The One who sees and knows all
Still gives songs in the night.

The LORD, your God, is in your midst, a warrior who gives victory; he will rejoice over you with gladness, he will renew you in his love; he will exult over you with loud singing. (Zephaniah 3: 17 RSV) 

My heart goes out to my sister Cathy, who is grieving the loss of her precious daughter Carrie, who went home to heaven the day after Christmas.

Cathy, you are ever in my prayers and my heart, and never far from my mind these days.

I pray these thoughts will  be a source of encouragement to you today. May you hear new songs in the night as you rest on the eternal promises of God and live in the resurrection hope of Jesus. We will see Carrie again.

I know there are many others who also grieve the loss of loved ones right now. May God give you an abundance of comfort and may you too hear songs in the night.

Weeping may endure for the night, but Joy comes in the morning.

Homeward Bound


Praises going up from a grateful grandmother, as the Lord gets all the credit for this adoption story.

beauty from ashes

As I start this post, I’m sitting in our hotel bedroom trying to wake up Sara from her last nap in her homeland of China, in the middle of a lazy Wednesday afternoon. Out our 14th story window is another sunny, if somewhat smoggy, view of the beautiful city of Guangzhou. We’ve really enjoyed the slower pace of the last few days here, the extravagant comforts of this excellent hotel, and the many delicious restaurants available in the nearby neighborhoods. But let there be no doubt… We are ready for HOME!

Yesterday we had an early morning drive over to the US Consulate for our 8:30 appointment with about 10 other adoptive families. As our guide, John, lead us through a massive crowd of at least 1,000 people trying to gain entry into the Consulate, I had never been more thankful to be an American citizen. We were directed to…

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