It’s one of “those” days where I find myself surrounded by banana peels and other reminders that sometimes we grab nourishment “whenever and however we can.”
Oversleeping, making sure Olivia takes all of her vitamins (that’s a whole other story), getting Todd’s gift ready for senior night on the tennis court right after school, and checking to see if he has money to pay for senior breakfast tickets, and ordering the cake for Evan and Todd’s graduation party (they both graduate-Evan from college, Todd from high school-in the next two weeks!) and on and on…………………….
Yes, it was a morning where grabbing a banana and a coffee cup without a lid were my only chances of having a little something in me before I was met by precious middle schoolers who love to share all about their adventures from yesterday and how “so-and-so” likes “so-and-so” and on and on…………………….
As I was thinking of how some mornings I am able to enjoy a little more time having breakfast, I thought of how my time with God varies from morning to morning too. Sometimes spiritual nourishment comes in long, quiet times with God.
Other times it comes “whenever and however we can.”
Today is one of those days where I’m surviving on a short devotional……………………….
My book, “Jesus Calling,” said, “Thank Me for everything,” so I have, and I feel good in spite of banana peels and things like that.
Praying your day is filled with thanksgiving no matter what you are facing!
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 
