And there was evening, and there was morning—
I guess as I sit here in the darkness of the early morning, hearing the birds begin to chirp outside and smelling the fresh-brewed coffee sitting near me, I can’t help but feel humbled that no matter what I may accomplish on any given day or what I don’t get finished on my to-do list for another day………
One thing never changes………..
There is evening and there is morning……………
Another chance to rest and another chance to “try again”…………..
Really, nothing is more consistent than God’s creation and He acknowledged the reliable pattern daily as He worked His way through the first week of the beginning of “human” time……………..
So, I guess for this morning as I reflect on such a busy season of my life and as I look ahead at what appears to be an equally-busy summer, I want to pause………..
Long enough to soak up the chirping of the birds and to even possibly catch a glimpse of the sun as it pops over the horizon out my living room window….Tim is so good to notice the sunrise that I often miss…………..
And in my pausing, I want to praise Him………..for His compassion which is truly “new every morning!”
22 Because of the LORD’s great love we are not consumed,
for his compassions never fail.
23 They are new every morning;
great is your faithfulness.
24 I say to myself, “The LORD is my portion;
therefore I will wait for him.”
Sipping my coffee, thankful for a never-changing, faithful, loving, compassionate Father,

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 

Hope you have a wonderful day!
How so true….What a world that is around us and how amazing it runs in sync. The trees know when to bud and when to lose its leaves, the flowers know when to bloom, the frogs know when to sing and the lightening bugs know when to flash it’s light. I don’t spend enough time sitting on my porch just absorbing life around me–God’s creation. I think I am afraid if I sit and let myself go and soak in his glory, I would have to “deal” with so much that is inside me. That scares me. Tammy, you are always welcome to come and sit on my porch in the peace and glory of God’s creation anytime!!
That is the second blog I read today on “being still” or something close to it…hmmmm…seems to be a recurring subject…
Becky,
I’m coming over as soon as we talk and set a date!
Your porch! Your company! Your view of nature!
Looking forward to a good visit!
Love you, Tammy