I went to bed early last night, and I missed watching the first miners released from captivity.
Tim watched the event unfold and couldn’t stop talking about it this morning. I am disappointed that I wasn’t awake for this historic moment. 🙁
I did get to watch the ninth miner come to the surface this morning, and I was glad I hadn’t yet put on my mascara.
Witnessing someone being brought from darkness to light, from a state of being trapped to a state of being free, is a moving experience.
I’m just thinking this morning that all of us have in a sense been given that same opportunity from God.
Eternal freedom
Eternal light.
Praying you feel free today to live for Him.
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 
Issn’t it wonderful that we have gone from darkness and entrapment into the light and freedom.
I watched the miners being brought up with tears as well. I was so touched that they gave thanks to God, something very alien over here in Australia. It gave our TV announcers a bit of trouble trying to describe what they were doing when they fell to their knees. You could hear the stumble and pause in their voices but it was a witness to folk here in this country that some people do believe in God.