Praying Through The Storm

We’re passing through the storm,
Beloved of God.
Jesus is on board our battered ship,
speaking peace to stormy winds
and troubled hearts.

We’re pressing through the storm,
Child of God.
Jesus, our captain and navigator
controls the winds of change,
and has a sure destination in mind.

We’re praying through the storm,
Beloved of Christ.
He sees and knows when teardrops fall;
and He’s taking us to
the other side of the storm.

He calmed the storm to a whisper and
stilled the waves. What a blessing was that stillness, as He
brought them safely into harbor. Psalm 107:29,30 NLT

Remember the Memories


We embrace not sadness,
nor tears.
Just sweet moments
of heart connects
when time stood still
and faith whispered,
Everything’s going to be all right!


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We embrace not
loss of years.
Just sweet memories
tucked in hearts,
when time stood still
and hope whispered,
Everything’s going to be all right!



We walk through storms,
heads held high.
No fear, for God
is by our side.
And time stands still
as love whispers,
Everything’s going to be all right.

Reflections from Romans 8: 28-29; 38-39

In memory of Mother, Daddy, and Davy—
No longer here on earth, but forever in our hearts.

© 2012 Glenda Mills

Come and Heal

pink rose with due
Weary and worn out from my journey
I sat down one day to pray.
 the Master who knew my heartache,
placed his hand on my head and prayed.
He prayed, Father, this is your daughter.
Come and heal her soul today.
Pour your oil upon her heartache,
and wipe all her tears away.
Don’t you know how much I love you?
Can’t you see I died for you? 
And dear child if you love me,
take my hand and trust and obey. 

Come to me when you’re weary and I will give you rest. Mathew 11:28

Needing Fresh Rain

Dove 2 I sat on my porch, coffee in hand, enjoying the quiet hush of early morning on the mountaintop. The green lush mountains were there as always, but the sharp contrast of scorched grass caught my attention. An unusually dry summer left us praying for rain.

Picking up my Bible, I poured over its words.

To my delight, rain started to fall. Ahh…a gentle soaking rain going clear to the roots of the soil.

God’s Word is like rain that falls on the desert of the heart. The place where the water of the Word is absorbed—like fresh rain from heaven, deep down to the roots—flowing and rushing through dry places of soul and spirit.

When my soul feels parched,
adrift, and dry—
I am longing and waiting,
needing fresh rain.

Others around me
On desert plain,
Panting and thirsty,
Needing fresh rain.

Wilderness stretched out—
No hope in sight.
Lord, we are praying
please send fresh rain.

When your heart feels parched and dry, run to God’s Word and drink deep from the fountain of life.

Let anyone who is thirsty come to me and drink. For the Scriptures declare, ‘Rivers of living water will flow from the heart of anyone who believes in me.’ John 7:37 


I Heard the Whisper


Alone, I entered the garden,
where Jesus waits for me.
Alone, I sensed his presence,
the One who died for me.
Alone, I heard him whisper,
open your eyes and see.

My child I’m alive! Not dead!
Look at my scars, touch my hands.
Believe in what I said.
My body and blood was enough,
atoning sacrifice for all sin.
Those who come to the Lamb of God
need never doubt again.

“Put your finger here and look at my hands. Put your hand
into the wound in my side. 
Don’t be faithless any longer. Believe!”
John 20: 27 NLT