The Write Words: Journals by Connie Mcmillan: What of the Child Born to Her?

By Connie Hayes McMillan

This book is from my heart, as God moves the words to my hand. I read the scriptures, where I find Gods help for my day, and He provides the words for me. This book is especially personal to me, as it addresses my relationship with my mother. It weaves a lifetime of hurt with reflection and learning to trust Gods will. God has shown me that I can survive anything; He shows His glory if we turn to Him.

• Language: English
• Publisher: WestBow Press
• Release date: Jun 12, 2014
• ISBN: 9781490839240

Connie Hayes McMillan

I live in a small town in the Appalachian Mountains, and I have been a school secretary for fifteen years now. I have three really cool kids. My wonderful children are ages 37, 25, and 18—not so much children any longer. And I am so blessed to say my husband is the nicest person I know.

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Scripture taken from the King James Version of the Bible.

Author Credits: I would like to thank my friend Hugh, for finding the scripture to show me God’s glory I told him of when my mother died.

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ISBN: 978-1-4908-3925-7 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-4908-3924-0 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2014909836

WestBow Press rev. date: 06/11/2014

Contents

Section I – What of the child

Look for Him

His hope for all of us

Written 12/21/12 (Friday before Christmas on Tues.) 5:16 A.M.

12/22/12, Saturday 4:31 a.m. written:

Written 12/22/12, 5:41 a.m., as release to me only:

What of the child (born to her)

Section II – The Write-words….journals

Your glory

Only by God’s will

Even the despised

Where to turn

Woven Threads

We must try

For you my friend

Self-pity

In your sanctuary

All are one

Joy

You let me see

While there is time

In control

My dear son

Restore such an one

My conscience

My dear daughter

My writing this day

Nothing Can Separate Us

We are blessed everyday

2/14/14 as I peel back through the words I’ve written

Section I – What of the child

10/28/11: Look for Him

As I see a dark side appear, fear steps into my thoughts. I hurt so badly and cry in this over and over in ponder:

You make me feel to hate myself. You show me your disgust for me and almost enjoy my shame. In conversation it turns on me and my faults, and faults to the core of disgust. You show me this and make me feel. Why? This is called swallowing me up and also called judgment. We all judge others, as we reflect in judgment on ourselves. When we are made to feel unworthy, we want to turn the hand on another – in judgment. Why? You turned to jump down my throat for having thought the things I said. You’ve started my day as eaten me up – no worth – disgust, turned on me. Why? You have ruined my day at the start.

Leave my heart in comfort, in my focus where it need be, as you lift it Lord. So I wait in hope to God’s turn for me this day. (and I see Psalm 56). Now, in my ponder, I see – it got my attention – to God and my search to Him in comfort (from my heart I felt). In tears I hurt, yet now my tears are from God’s presence. And my hurt is turned to you Lord and you lift as I praise and thank you for your presence with me.

You show me to always turn to you in my need or hurt or distress. For when I am beat down, you alone build me up, as I turn to you dear Lord. I see it’s not things so much change, but we change inside. God’s grace and mercy comfort us…to a point we change inside. Under the shadow of His wings we ask and accept His help – we are, and God makes us, able and strong. By God we can survive our day and the woes therein – look for Him – be still in Him, and we’ll see Him in us!

When in silence I open my heart and mind in stillness, He is there. He sends me His comfort through tears of His presence. Oh how I long to remain there, what pure joy to be close to God. Yet through spirit He opens to my soul His way – I in my body must give room for Him to be there. My quiet and stillness allow that; through His word and my conversation within does He reach me. I love when He reaches within me; I love when He restores my soul from this world’s pain, and only within and by His Spirit, may I begin to see.

Because from this, something good will manifest of God and from God. So rejoice from your struggles along the way (of getting to God’s place) of circumstances for His glory and presence through us. God can fix my wrongs, yet only when I open to Him and allow His work in me, do I see His hand in touch. I feel His touch, inside my soul does He reach