And in him you too are being built
together to become a dwelling in
which God lives by his Spirit.
Ephesians 2:22
One thing about teaching fulltime is making the choice to let some things “go” a little bit.
This is hard for me, because one of the things I’ve had to let go of is keeping my house the way I like it. I’d like to say that I am relaxed about this, but honestly, seeing my house become disorganized all around me really stresses me out. I am a homemaker at heart. I like candles burning, lights low, clean sheets, the smell of cooked food, and on and on……..
One of my goals is to get to the place where I can master balancing my two worlds in way that feels “right” for my family. I want my family to enjoy being home and enjoy being around me. I want them to like our house.
So, this morning as I read Ephesians 2 and came across the verse above I had this stirring inside me about my body being the temple of God.
The dwelling place of the Holy Spirit.
I don’t know about you, but that reality shakes me up a bit.
I wonder how it feels inside my “house?”
Does He like dwelling here?
Is it a pleasant place to be or a place of turmoil?
Do I take time to make Him feel welcome or is He shoved to a back room and only visited when I have time?
I’m out on the deck with the puppies this morning, giving them time to run a while before I go to school.
I walked to my garden a few minutes ago as they were playing in the grass nearby, and I thought of Jesus walking with God in Gethsemane.
The closeness He must have felt to His Father there overwhelms me.
As I looked at my tomatoes and cucumbers twisted and mixed with weeds, I felt a nudge from God saying, “This kind of garden is the kind you are trying to walk in with me…..I need more time with you in order to make our garden a beautiful place.”
I know that God opened the door for me this year at the high school.
I know that Olivia will be in my building next year and that my ultimate goal is getting her raised in a way that sends her off fully connected to God and ready for adult life.
So, I breathe deep and ask God for creative ways to have good garden time with Him, free of twisted fruit and mangled weeds.
While I want my kids to love being at home, I REALLY want God to love being at “home” in me too.
I want Him to like my house.
Thankful for a Father who longs to not only spend garden time with us but also dwell within our very souls,
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 
