On Racism, Justice, and Walking a Mile in Someone Else’s Shoes
I walked by this park bench in Knoxville, Tennessee, Friday morning. Tennis shoes and socks sat abandoned, as if the owner had decided he’d had enough. “Walk a mile in me,” they whispered. But as I stood there wondering why in the world anyone would...
Because the Next Chapter Has Nothing (and Everything) to Do With Us
My new chronological Bible changes things up. Interrupts history with the pain-filled story of Job. Slips it right in between the death of Joseph and the arrival of Moses. Uninvited. Leaving us on the edge of our seat as Joseph dies and the Israelites are left alone...
When Time Stops But The Stairs Keep Moving
Kids often run full speed toward new things. Who wouldn’t want to ride on “moving stairs?” But a lanyard around the neck of a little boy with tiny legs can quickly become an enemy when brought too close to a gap in the moving metal. Before I could...
When You Wake Up Feeling Scared
Paris Baghdad Mexico Japan Beirut The headlines are filled with terrorist attacks and natural disasters this morning. ——————————————————- Last night, our...
Learning from the Back Seat isn’t Easy but Sometimes It’s Important
We did a lot of traveling when I was a little girl. Trips from Oklahoma to Pennyslvania. Trips from Pennsylvania to Kentucky. Trips from Kentucky to Oklahoma. My sister and I shared the back seat like two small puppies in a cardboard box. We wrestled for space when we...
Meet Tammy
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 tammynischan@yahoo.com and I will reply as soon as I can!
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