Author Archives: Glenda Mills

About Glenda Mills

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

A Stronghold in Trouble

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If clouds are the dust of your feet,
help me lift my arms in praise,
while the grace of tears pour out,
cleansing the dust around my heart.

If clouds are the dust of your feet,
help me climb the mountain with you…
hidden from the eyes of man,
 yet seen through the eyes of my Father.

When clouds are the dust of your feet,
help us  remember,
no whirlwind or storm can ever
separate us from your love.

The Lord has His way in the whirlwind and the storm,
and clouds are the dust of His feet.
(Nahum 1: 3b)

The Lord is good, a stronghold in the day of trouble,
and He knows those
who take refuge in Him. (Nahum 1:7)

 

 

 




 

 

I Saw You At Christmas

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Tell your children about it in the years to come, and let your children tell their children. Pass the story down from generation to generation. Joel 1:3

It’s that time of the year when memories of Christmas past warm our hearts as we recall those childhood days when going to Gramma’s house was part of our family tradition.

The following revised poem was written by my sister Cathy the
day our beloved Grandmother Biggs
left us and went to her home in heaven.

I saw you just the other day,
on Christmas.
Your face alight with joy at having
your children all around you.
I saw you
busily working in your big old house;
preparing food, loving life.
Those times always made you
the happiest,
yet you were always full
of the joy of the Lord.
Oh how we loved hearing your
precious gift of laughter.
Such a sweet lady.
We were honored to be near you.
I saw you greeting me at the door, hugging me so warmly.
Only grandmothers can hug like that.

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

Poem by Cathy Chandler






A Christmas Remembered

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He orders His angels to protect you wherever you go.
Psalm 91:11

We felt like sitting ducks as heavy traffic zoomed past us. We needed help! Of all times and places to have a flat tire . . . the Pennsylvania turnpike on a rainy cold morning during the busy Christmas Holidays. Thankfully, my husband was able to pull to the narrow side of the road, with a prayer we would be out of harm’s way.

Dave immediately called Triple A road service and was informed that because of the busy season, it might be some time before a truck could be dispatched to help us.

I quickly grabbed my cell phone, called my sister, and asked her to pray for us. Carole’s simple prayer for protection and help brought peace. Now we just needed to be patient and wait for the help we felt confident the Lord would send.

We didn’t have to wait long! After laying aside my cell phone, I looked into the rear view mirror and was surprised to see the truck that had just pulled behind us. A dark handsome young man with a full beard got out of the truck and immediately went to work. Within minutes the flat tire was removed and replaced with the spare one.

Delighted with such quick service, Dave reached to give the young man a tip;  and true to my husband’s friendly nature asked, “What’s your name?”

“My name is Joshua.”

“God bless you, Joshua.”

“God bless you!” he answered, and before we knew it—the young man climbed into his truck and was gone.

As we pulled back onto the road, I reached for my phone. I could hardly wait to share the news with my sister.

“Carole, he said his name is Joshua.”

“Glenda, Joshua means Jesus!”

Humbled, grateful and amazed; we sensed the Lord had sent a ministering angel to protect and help us on our continuing journey.

I share this Christmas past story, hoping to encourage you to pray when you  find yourself in a distressing situation. In need of rescue. In need of protection. In need of hope and help for your life’s journey. Who knows but if you too may receive a miraculous answer.

How could it be, my Kinsman Redeemer?
You left heaven’s splendor,
pierced through the cold darkness
of this world,
and came as a babe
on that night
so long ago.

You are the Eternal God who spoke
the world into being.
How could it be that you 
stooped to my level,
looked into my eyes and said,
“My Child I love you,
and it was for you I died.”

The Joy of Giving Thanks

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Enter His Gates with Thanksgiving
Psalm 100:4

Picture a little girl sitting all alone on an enbankment near her home, dutifully pouring over the words from her Bible, taking time to memorize Psalm 100. A favorite elementary teacher had given the assignment to complete during the Thanksiving Holiday. 

Today, I’m surprised my first memory of Thanksgiving isn’t about the feast and fellowship our family enjoyed that day. No, it isn’t about the food.

It’s all about Psalm 100.

Those words penned on paper, thousands of years ago by a shepherd boy named David, took root in my heart that day and started me on the pathway of knowing God.

Now in the winter season of my life, I still love to quote the psalm.  

Make a joyful noise unto the Lord, all ye lands.
Serve the LORD with gladness.
Come before His presence with singing.
Know that the Lord, He is God. 
It is He that hath made us, and not we ourselves.
We are His people and the sheep of His pasture. 
Enter His gates with Thanksgiving and into His courts with praise.
Be thankful unto Him and bless His name. 
For the Lord is good. His mercy is everlasting
and His truth endures to all generations (Psalm 100 KJV).

What special memories of Thanksgivings past come to your mind today?

May your time with family and friends be especially blessed as you gather around the table to thank the Lord for His many blessings.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Faith, Hope, Love

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If I could take a walk with you
I’d take your hand and pray;
for God to pour His love in you
with each new passing day.
I’d pray for overcoming hope,
to heal and make you whole.
a hope both steadfast and sure,
the anchor of your soul.

I’d pray for overcoming faith that
comes from deep within,
and thrives in repentant hearts
when souls are born again.
I’d pray the Savior’s love will
mend, restore, release… the joy
that rises up to sing
the praises of our King. 

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