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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Surrender is Scary

Oh, Job, you’ve never sounded quite so pitiful. This is the first time I’ve read this particular book in the Bible and actually felt a little compassion for his friends. Job begs for pity as if no one in the world has ever suffered quite like him. He looks around at the ones he calls... Read more

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What If We Stopped?

I knew when I saw this combination of stoplights and stop signs they were more than a message to me as a driver. Two red flashing lights hung over me and stop signs faced me – on each side of the road. This was not a normal intersection. I didn’t really understand the importance of... Read more

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Perspective Is Everything

My husband has said it often, “Things could be so much worse.” Even as Nick fought cancer, we celebrated his lack of intense pain, his joyful spirit, his constant smile, our friends and family who surrounded us with prayer and love 24/7. In the midst of suffering, there was always so much good. —————- This... Read more

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Relying on a Spider Web

Here I sit again with Job, listening to Bildad ramble on and on. Don’t people love to talk when someone else is struggling? Like Charlie Brown’s teacher, Bildad’s voice fills the air. I can almost see Job using his hand as a puppet to mimic the endless talking. But did Job pause like I did... Read more

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When You Wonder What Just Happened

The sign reads, “Quiet Corner” and sits on the end table in our back room. It has sat here all summer, patiently waiting for me, while my life has been anything but quiet. From the loss of my dad to the wedding of Todd and Jessalyn to the temporary move-in of Erich, Mallory, and Elaine... Read more

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Social Media, Ecclesiastes, and Writing

There’s a lot about me I’ll never understand, but one thing I know: When big things are happening in my life, my voice gets smaller. And when life pushes forward too quickly, I tend to pull back. Lately, I’ve felt a big push on my life, and because of this, I’ve found myself pulling quietly.... Read more

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When Words Just Aren’t Enough….He Always Is

You would think I could find the right words by now; but when tragedy strikes, I’m speechless. I know too well, Words mean nothing when someone loses everything. So no matter how hard I try, there’s no stringing together of sentences that can bind what’s been broken. Life is hard. And words don’t make it... Read more

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An Open Bible Changes Everything

I love reading the Psalms. I picture David, a shepherd turned king, pouring out his heart to God through writing. I imagine other men and women through the years doing the same thing. As a writer, I love knowing the stringing together of words  has been a way of connecting with God since the beginning... Read more

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Tent-Dwelling Days Have to Go

David’s life is nearing an end, but he doesn’t stop working. He doesn’t slip into a royal recliner and say, “I’m tired.” or “I’m done.” Instead, he spends his last days organizing the tribes of Israel and gathering supplies for the building of the temple. If there’s one thing David has learned, it’s that God’s... Read more



How the Bible Wakes Me Up

It’s grey and rainy this morning. The wind is moving through the trees outside my kitchen window as the branches bend to the right and to the left. Even though I went to bed early last night, every part of me wants to curl back up and sleep a little more. With hot tea in... Read more