It’s Monday morning and the big picture for this week is overwhelming.
Between busy days at work and evenings filled with to-do lists that could easily get the best of me,
it’s easy to feel tired before I even start getting ready for the day.
But this picture……..

It caught my eye this morning and reminded me there’s something very powerful about looking close.
Seeing every tiny branch on a great big tree.
Noticing the beauty in the detail of every little moment in the middle of a hundred huge ones.
Leaning in to every single day,
every single hour,
every single minute……….
rather than being overwhelmed by a super busy week.
That’s what God’s asking me to do.
The world is big and noisy and life can feel big and noisy too,
but when we lean in real close to the people around us and savor every second of the one life we’ve been given………..
everything else fades away and suddenly we’re right where we’re supposed to be.
Every single time.
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One tiny branch on a great big tree.
That’s what I want to see today.
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I want to see the eyes of each person in front of me.
I want to see beyond their words and into their heart.
I want to feel connected one by one to whoever is on my path,
rather than feeling bombarded by a multitude of voices all at the same time.
I don’t want to miss one moment.
That’s my prayer this morning.
Pull me in, Lord.
Help me focus.
Thank you for reminding me that your presence is promised in the smallest of gatherings if I’ll simply invite you there.
And you’re cordially invited into my day.
One branch at a time.
I’m leaning in,
because that’s where You are.

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 

These are God’s words speaking gently and quietly to me through you, my sweet friend. Thank you for those morning words.