Thanksgiving has become a bittersweet holiday for our family.
A swirling of gratitude with grief.
A kaleidoscope of happy memories mixed with sad ones.
A day of family togetherness, aching with the reality that some we love no longer sit around the table.
It never fails, though.
Somehow Love shows up and warms a room when we least expect it.
And isn’t it just like God to show up through a child?
As we stood around the kitchen, visiting, my mom held David.
Normally a busy little guy checking out the world around him,
David spotted something that caught his eye.
With the gentleness of an adult,
he lifted the necklace hanging around my mom’s neck.
The necklace holding Nick’s thumbprint.
Tuning all of us out, he studied every detail of the tiny heart that holds a piece of Nick’s heart.
Nick’s last gift to us.
Mom and I wondered in that moment if maybe, must maybe,
David knew more than an ordinary eleven-month-old little guy should know.
Did the eyes of this child see beyond what we can see?
I sort-of think they did.
I think somehow he realized in that moment just how much Mamaw needs his love.
As he carefully clung to the necklace, he reached up and reached out to her face.
In that moment, I saw…….
The love of David for Mamaw.
The love of Mamaw for David.
The hanging on to Nick’s memory while reaching out for Mamaw’s presence.
David’s little hands talked to me on Thanksgiving Day.
They said,
“Hang on gently to what you’ve lost, but don’t miss what you have.”
God speaks in the most unusual and unexpected ways,
and for a few moments on Thanksgiving Day He chose to speak to us through the hands of a child.
God longs to speak to you today.
No hands are too small to deliver His message.
No moment too insignificant for Him to speak.
Open your eyes.
Open your ears.
Don’t let His message for you slip by unnoticed.
Long ago, Jesus entered this world in a manger.
Many missed His arrival because of the hustle and bustle of everyday life.
But……
The shepherds looked up and saw the angels,
and
the wise men looked up and saw the star.
Slow down today.
Look up today.
Expect Him today.
He may even speak through a child.
He’s done it before!
And there were shepherds living out
in the fields nearby, keeping watch over their flocks at night.
An angel of the Lord appeared to
them, and the glory of the Lord
shone around them, and they were
terrified.
But the angel said to them, “Do not
be afraid. I bring you good news that
will cause great joy for all the people.
Today in the town of David a Savior
has been born to you; he is the
Messiah, the Lord.
This will be a sign to you: You will
find a baby wrapped in cloths and
lying in a manger.”
Luke 2:8-12
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 
