Tammy Nischan

In December of 2007 as our youngest son, Nick, was fighting brain cancer, I began to blog. Writing provided a way for me to release all of my questions, fears, and doubts. It also allowed me to share the ups and downs of Nick's journey with people who were praying for him all over the world. When Nick went Home in November of 2008, my blog became my way of searching for God in the midst of my deep heartache. My heart was broken and grief brought to the surface every emotion imaginable. Being able to release those emotions through my writing brought a sense of purpose to my pain. Having already walked the road of grief in 1992 when we lost our daughter to SIDS, I knew I needed a way to keep from falling into a pit of depression and despair. I had walked close to the edge of a bottomless pit when we lost our daughter,and I knew I couldn't let myself get that close to the edge again. This blog has been and continues to be my tiny corner of the world where I can share My Heart as I journey through God's Word.......thus the name........ My Heart His Words. Thank you for taking time to share life with me. If we do not meet while here on earth, I look forward to hearing all about your life when we reach our final destiny.........Heaven! Email me anytime at tammynischan@yahoo.com and I will reply as soon as I can!

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When Darkness Hides The Sunrise and Facing Dawn is Hard To Do

I remember sitting on the beach and watching my last sunrise with Nick. Much like this morning in Kentucky, the dark clouds attempted to hide what I knew was tucked right behind them. I knew they could try to mask the beauty of that morning, but they really had no power. The sun was still rising.... Read more

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Finding God in Your Mess

I somehow managed to avoid it for months. Endless craft supplies, all kinds of notebooks, and enough glue to hold together every science fair project in the county. I’m not sure if it was the hard work I was avoiding or the precious memories I would surely face along the way. Messes are like that, aren’t they? We... Read more

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My Personal Journey to The Shack: How One Book Changed Me

I can remember the moment like it was yesterday. Sitting in my bathtub, of all places, and hearing someone calling from my front door, I recognized Cheri’s voice immediately; and from my bathroom called back, “Come on in.” When your son has cancer and you’ve been told there’s nothing else the doctors can do, you stop caring about the condition you’re... Read more

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When Your Hands Are Just Too Full

I knew I had overestimated what I could carry in one trip. Two large notebooks A Bible A tub of colored pencils And my purse……….. The trip from my car to the house didn’t seem that far – until I closed the car door (with my foot) and turned to walk inside. I could feel the wobbly... Read more

 

Why I’m Glad Pennies Still Matter

In a world where everything seems bigger and louder than ever before, I love the thought of a tiny copper coin still having a voice. ——————————————— A purchase today may cost several hundred dollars, but there’s a good chance the total will still end in some sort of cents…….. “That’ll be 265 dollars and 23 cents.” I don’t know... Read more

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I’m a Woman…….And This is Why I’ll Walk………Not March

I’ve held a few signs in my life. The one I treasure most said, “Last day of chemo!” and I remember grasping it so proudly alongside my husband and son who a year later lost his fight with cancer. Signs definitely speak. And our family definitely had a message to deliver to the world on that special day.... Read more

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When Sunrise Speaks to the Wonder of Today

I miss the dusty roads of my grandparent’s farm in Oklahoma. My roots are forever there, woven into and wrapped around the glistening pebbles, sandy soil, and colorful wildflowers covering every surface. In some ways, it feels like a hundred years since I ran through a sprinkler in my grandpa and grandma’s yard, played the piano... Read more

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Unwrapping Joy This Christmas Morning

I’ll never forget the first time I walked into a jail cell. Metal bunk beds Concrete floors Cinder block walls Even the faces of the women seemed hard and cold Freedom and joy, like distant memories, had faded from their eyes. Holding only our Bibles, I remember feeling as if  we surely looked disappointing. We held no... Read more

Maybe It’s As Simple As Giving Empty Jars

It’s funny how a sermon can hit you in an unexpected way……….. cause your mind to wander………… and the next thing you know you’re thinking about what’s sitting on your kitchen counter that very second and how maybe just maybe you washed out empty jars the night before not so much to clean them but to... Read more

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When Time Stops But The Stairs Keep Moving

Kids often run full speed toward new things. Who wouldn’t want to ride on “moving stairs?” But a lanyard around the neck of a little boy with tiny legs can quickly become an enemy when brought too close to a gap in the moving metal. Before I could even think, he was way ahead of me, moving upward,... Read more