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About Glenda Mills

I write to encourage others as I share about the hope that does not disappoint.

Joy in the Morning

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Dear Friend,
This poem came to me years ago, while I was at the seashore for a personal retreat in Ocean City, New Jersey. I awoke early one morning, got dressed and walked the short distance to the boardwalk, arriving just as the sun was rising over the ocean. Moments later I sat down on a large rock near water’s edge; my eyes feasting on the never-ending waves crashing against the rocks along the shoreline.

The scene before my awestruck eyes was like a picture of God’s never-ending love, crashing through the walls of my barren heart. It wasn’t long before the words of this poem filled the pages of my journal, echoing the new found joy I had long awaited!

Joy in the morning,
How I welcome You,
Jesus, Sweet Rose of Sharon,
Joy of my life.

Joy at noontime,
Your presence always welcomed,
Giving strength from above.
Jesus, You are my Joy! 

Joy in the evening,
Your sweet presence lingers still,
While  I wait in silence,
You whisper, “Peace be still.”

Joy in the night,
Sweet communion with my Lord.
Darkness and light are alike to you.
Jesus, Joy of my nights! 

Joy of my Beloved, Your love is endless, filling the earth as the waters cover the sea. 
It just keeps coming, coming towards me.  This Joy, filling, and  infusing new life,
boundless and free. 

Weeping may endure for the night, 
but Joy comes in the morning. 
Psalm 30:5 




I Saw You Just The Other Day

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Grandma Naomi Biggs

I saw you just the other day. Busy working in your big old house—preparing food, loving life, showing genuine concern
for those around you.

I saw you just the other day—on your birthday, such a
special one. Oh how we loved hearing your precious gift of laughter! 
Such a sweet lady. We were honored to be near you.

I saw you just the other day— greeting me at the door, hugging me
so warmly. Only grandmothers can hug like that.
I noticed your walk was a bit slower, and you were growing older;
yet that lovely sparkle still shone in your eyes.

I saw you just the other day, at Christmas. Your face alight with
your children all around you. Those times always made you the
happiest—yet you were always full of the joy of the Lord.

I saw you just the other day; weak, tired, weary of suffering. 
I will never forget your arm slowly reaching around my shoulder.
That little hug spoke more than words ever could.
You are the closest I’ve ever come to an angel.

How sweetly those days have flown into years. How quickly
those years have passed by me. Though now your home is
with our wonderful Savior—You will always live in the seeds
you have planted in my heart!

© Cathy Chandler -1984

Sheltered In The Cleft

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The Bride of Christ is God’s Dove,
sheltered in the safety 
of the cleft of the Rock.
It may be a secret place, yet
known by Him.

It may be a steep place,
yet directed by Him.
It may be a deep valley,
yet He promised never to
leave your side.

May you hear the voice of the Lord,
calling you from distracting voices,
vying for your attention.
May you hear Him sing over you
with loud singing.

May the Dove of His Presence
strengthen and refresh you
as you stay sheltered
in the safety
of the Cleft of the Rock.

Live a Life of Love

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Everyone in Atmore, Alabama knew Naomi Biggs was one of the best cooks around. The large boarding house she owned and operated for many years was a revolving door to everyone, especially when she opened her dining room on week days for folks from local and surrounding communities.

The old saying the “way to a man’s heart is through his stomach”, could be true of many of us; especially when the food is dished out with the kind of love our Grandmother showed. In my mind’s eye I can still see this joyful lady greeting her noon guests as if they were family. To Grandma Naomi, it was all-ways . . . all about family.

Some of the finest, and most delicious southern dishes a heart might desire filled her two long dining tables….And you could always help yourself to seconds. That is if there was anything left!  

I remember how quickly Grandma could whip up a large batch of biscuits, bake to a golden brown, and serve them with a contagious laughter that sent your heart soaring. 

Those biscuits were like thrown bread from heaven!

I remember watching Grandma take a cold biscuit, bore a hole in it and fill it with sorghum syrup. By the time it reached your reaching hands it was oozing pure sweetness! One taste and you were hooked for life. 

Grandma was a church lady and loved Jesus, but was never preachy. Though she couldn’t read the Bible, she lived it. Truly her life bore the resemblance of the Savior…. And the fruit of his Spirit the Bible talks about.

The fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control. Galatians 5:22,23

Dear Father in heaven, how grateful we are for the godly grandmother you gave us. May the memories of her life continue to be a source of encouragement and hope for all those who knew her. Give us the faith to walk in the steps of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, and live a life of love as grandma so faithfully modeled before us. May we too be found faithful! Amen.

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To be continued….

Dear friends and family,
My sister Dorothy Jean and I are endeavoring to post a series about the life of our beloved Grandma Biggs. Jean has become quite the artist, both with water color and just recently sketching. She has been my constant encouragement and inspiration to publish some of the things I’ve written over the years. Thank you dear sister. To God be the Glory as our lives tell His Story!


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