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 Love That Holds Us


I stepped to the balcony and
fastened my eyes on the rolling,
crashing waves at Gulf Shores,
in sweet home Alabama. Dave
and I were there to celebrate
49 years of marriage.

I couldn’t stop the tears. This place
held so many special memories.

We felt like teenagers as we dodged wave after wave of the beautiful shoreline.

It wasn’t long before we stepped in, wetting our feet with the invigorating tide of warm, salty foaming water. Ah, it felt so good!


Pretty soon we were gathering seashells, each one different in varying size, shape, and color.We would give these keepsakes
to the grand-children God has so richly blessed us with.

Not wanting to leave oceanside we sat on the sand, and reminesed

over the sweet memories of years gone by. Grateful for the mercy that
held on to us when the ebb and flo of life’s challenges threatened our hold on each other… and Him.

We watched the waves rushing towards us, reminding us of God’s never-ending un-changing grace….And the love that just keeps coming, coming towards us, through all the changing seasons of our lives.

He is the third cord stand of love that holds us together.

Though one may be overpowered, two can defend themselves. A cord of three strands is not quickly broken. Ecclesiastes 4:12 NIV

Knitted Creation

 Knitted creation of God’s hovering love, 
in the secret place of mother’s womb.

Interwoven, delicate and
wonderfully made 
handiwork of God. 

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God’s knitted tapestry
from heart of love. 


All the days ordained for me were written in your book before
one of them came to be.
Reflections from Psalm 139

A Hope Remembered

When the call came we rushed to the phone,
eager to hear the report. Our joy of hearing
we had a baby brother quickly dissolved into
shock as Daddy shared that Davy was born
with a severely damaged heart.

The doctor said, “There is no hope. This baby will
not live to be six months old.”

I don’t remember much about the drive to the hospital. There were no words, just a sad quietness that hovered over my 5 siblings and me.

I do remember the words of hope Daddy spoke as we walked down the hospital
corridor.  “Doctors don’t know everything – Davy’s going to be all right.”

Davy was released from the hospital within a few days because nothing else could be done for him.

Davy was seldom in his crib for the first two and a half months of his life. When he cried  he turned blue, so we kids took turns rocking him during the daytime. Mother and Daddy were up most nights, taking turns holding Davy close to their hearts, praying for a miracle.

Two and a half months later, our family doctor told our parents our baby brother might be a candidate for open-heart surgery.

So on a beautiful spring morning in 1964, Mother and Daddy started their six-hour drive to the Children’s Hospital in Birmingham, Alabama. At one point, Davy almost stopped breathing.

Mother wanted to turn around and go home, but Daddy’s  tenacious resolve won out. He would not give up hope! Praying a highway patrolman would appear and escort them to the hospital, he put his foot hard to the pedal. The patrolman never showed up.

Davy was still alive when they arrived at the hospital. Within minutes, the team of heart surgeons took him back to critical care. Mother and Daddy, worn out from their trip, made their way to the cafeteria for a bite to eat. They had barely gotten there, when a caring nurse ran after them. “Please hurry. Your baby needs you.”

Rushing back to the critical care unit, Mother and Daddy found the team of heart surgeons huddled around Davy’s incubator, seemingly helpless as they watched the baby  gasping for breath.

A well meaning nurse saw our parents and yelled; “Get those parents out of here”.
“Let those parents come in any time they want.” the head surgeon retorted. “It’s their love that’s kept this baby alive.”

With that, Daddy walked over to the incubator, reached in and held Davy’s head up and began to sing. “Davy, Davy Crockett, King of the wild frontier. Davy, Davy Crockett, the man who knows no fear.” 

A quickened heart beat—a fresh breath of life—a miracle!

Within a short time, the team of doctors performed open-heart exploratory surgery. Once they opened the chest cavity, the surgeons discovered a missing heart chamber. They later told us they would not have attempted surgery had they known this.

Many long hours later the team of amazed surgeons found my anxious parents in the waiting room. With beaming faces, they reported the surgery had been successful.
“This baby will live!”

In the years to come, Davy survived three more open-heart surgeries and lived forty-five bonus years; far beyond the hopeless diagnosis of six months.

Not surprisingly, Davy grew up with a love for gospel music. One of his favorites was “How Great Thou Art“.  Oh how our brother loved to sing.

“I would have despaired (lost hope) unless I had believed that I would see the goodness of the LORD In the land of the living. Wait for the LORD; Be strong and let your heart take courage; Yes, wait for the LORD. (Psalm 27:13,14)





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