Ants scrambling up and down an ant hill, carrying heavy loads and running in this direction and that. You’ve seen them, haven’t you? As a kid, I remember stirring up their ant hills just to watch them scramble more. It’s easy to think that we look like ants to God-aimlessly running here and there and thrown into chaos when our “anthills” become unsettled. I know we mean more to God than ants mean to us, but I wonder what it would look like to sit and watch an anthill and notice one ant, off alone, reading a little ant Bible or having a few minutes of prayer. I think the stirring would be a heart-stirring, just to see an ant choose to slip away from the craziness of his surroundings and reflect on who he is as a created being. So I’m just thinking this morning about God’s view of all of us. When He looks down on this crazy world, His heart has to be stirred when He sees people who choose to stop, step away, and spend time with Him. Oh, I am an ant in so many ways. I scramble. I easily become “stirred” up when chaotic moments hit my life. I want to be an ant who chooses the extraordinarily unexpected even when things are out of control. Quiet, calmness…………………………. Help me, Lord, to choose peace and ask for Jesus even in my times of being stirred.
Matthew 21:9-11 (New International Version, ©2011)
The crowds that went ahead of him and those that followed shouted, “Hosanna to the Son of David!” “Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord!” “Hosanna in the highest heaven!” When Jesus entered Jerusalem, the whole city was stirred and asked, “Who is this?” The crowds answered, “This is Jesus, the prophet from Nazareth in Galilee.”
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 
This so touched my hear today. I want to be an ant who steps away from the chaos and spends time with the only One who can give true peace in a world of chaos.
as always, Tammy, your heart and HIS words have touched me…. thank You,Papa and thank you, Tammy
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patti