There are a lot of things I don’t know.
There are even more things I’ll never understand.
As I’ve unexpectedly experienced a crashing wave of grief over the past weekend,
I’ve come to realize at an even deeper level that there is nothing in this life that matters more than love.
We can work hard and accumulate all kinds of possessions.
We can study hard and earn all kinds of degrees.
Success, in the world’s eyes, is possible with enough determination and effort.
But, in the end, when we find ourselves in that moment when no amount of money can purchase our next breath,
there’s only one thing that truly has value.
Only one thing has eternal worth.
That one thing is LOVE.
Love can transform the tiniest house into a castle.
Love can wash over all kinds of shortcomings, revealing true beauty and perfection.
There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear….
I John 4:18
I believe love also drives out all kinds of other negative emotions.
Love can release the prison bars of anger, resentment, greed, jealousy, insecurity, and every other ugly cell we may find ourselves living in as we stumble through this oh-so-often painful life.
Love pushes hard.
It is relentless.
We can fight it,
run from it,
ignore it,
resist it………..
but eventually love, like a tsunami, wins.
It overwhelms, overtakes, and completely covers everything in its path.
And we are all in the path of God’s love.
We smiled our way through a journey I would not wish on my worst enemy,
but deep inside I fought the thought of giving up Nick every step of the way.
This computer was my place for begging for prayer from all of you.
I believed in a miracle til the very end.
Today, as I look at this memory of a special trip with Nick to see his favorite team play football
(thank you, Mike and Carol, for this memory),
I’m finally beginning to see that the miracle for our family is this:
we are still waking up and facing the next day…………….
we are still walking…………..
we are still creating the next memory……………..
and we are still smiling (most of the time)…………..
Yes, we are definitely still trying to put all the pieces back together,
but the truth is……
Our puzzle will never be complete.
We have been called to live an earthly life with missing pieces.
God’s love has to fill up all these aching spaces, or we will not survive.
I love this picture of Nick and me looking at our reflection.

I’m not sure why we even took this,
but today it reminds me that all along the way Nick reflected the love of God with his smile and his spirit.
He was never bitter or angry.
He never received bad news and chose to blame or question.
He taught me so much about how to live.
But most of all he taught me so much about how to love.
I’ve cried so many tears in the past few weeks………………
tears I didn’t know I still had inside of me.
I feel renewed today.
I feel freed up again to smile.
Last week, I was hit by a crashing wave of grief and found myself so weak I could barely stay above the pounding water.
But once again, God has been so faithful in hearing my prayers and the prayers of all of you who love our family so much.
I am safely on the Rock again.
And I will hold on tight,
braced for whatever kind of wave comes next.
From the ends of the earth I call to you,
I call as my heart grows faint;
lead me to the rock that is higher than I.
Psalm 61:2
My prayer today is that if you find yourself feeling weak that you will cry out.
God loves you so much.
He longs to lead you to the Rock.
Cry out today.
Feel His love wash over you.
Even if pieces of your life are missing, I hope you will find a very special kind of peace on the Rock of God’s love.
That’s what happens when grief is covered in love.



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 
