
Hannah loved God.
But her nest was empty.
And her heart ached.
Year after year she prayed,
and year after year she found herself childless…..
once again.
One year, when she had reached a point of desperation,
she prayed to God with a vow,
“Lord of Armies, if you will take notice of your servant’s affliction,
remember and not forget me, and give your servant a son,
I will give him to the Lord all the days of his life,
and his hair will never be cut.”
I Sam. 1:11
When Eli realized she was weeping and praying,
he said,
“Go in peace and may the God of Israel grant the request you’ve made of Him.”
I Sam. 1:12
Before they even returned home,
Scripture says,
“Hannah and her husband worshiped before the Lord.”
While still barren,
Hannah sang praises to God.
And when she finally conceived,
she kept her word to Him.
It’s difficult to imagine in this day and age,
but as soon as her little boy was old enough to sustain himself apart from her,
she left him at the temple with Eli.
And every year at the time of the annual sacrifice,
she would bring him a new little robe she had made just for him.
I can’t imagine being Hannah,
hugging her son goodbye year after year after
bringing him something to wear
she had woven together without the sound of him playing nearby.
But Hannah knew something I need to remember,
especially in these years of empty nest living.
God loves my kids more than I do.
He walks through every day of life with them
as I pray from a distance.
He meets their needs as I’m praying for their needs be met.
And like Hannah,
I want to live a life filled with worship and praise –
whether my nest is empty or full –
because the nest has been His all along.
I want to rise with confidence,
knowing whether my kids are still a dream
or are living upstairs
or miles and miles away
or in Heaven seated near His throne,
He is with them.
My nest is His.
It always has been.
And always will be.

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 
