Saturday night, Olivia came to our bed in the wee hours of the morning crying.
When I asked what was wrong, she said she couldn’t stop thinking about Nick and Jim (he was a precious elderly man from our church who passed away two weeks ago).
I held her for a long time and she cried and cried.
It’s been a long time since I’ve seen Olivia cry like this, probably since the day we told her that Nick had passed away over two years ago.
She curled up beside me in bed, and Tim and I both talked to her in the dark for a while about how wonderful Heaven is going to be. We told her that we all miss Nick so much even though we don’t say it out loud every day. I felt so incapable of saying exactly what I thought could help Olivia feel better, because I still hurt so much too; but slowly and thankfully, Olivia settled down and fell to sleep.
Tonight on the way to youth group, Olivia told Tim about her dream after going to sleep.
She said that in her dream she was given one wish and she wished that Nick was still alive. The rest of the dream Nick was with her! She said that we picked her up from softball practice and Nick was in the back seat smiling and looking great! He didn’t look sick at all! She said our car was flying in the air, but that everywhere we went Nick was with us and he was so happy!
I love how God is able to be the Comforter we often cannot be.
I am so thankful for the Holy Spirit. Jesus said that He was leaving this earth so that the Counselor could come.
I feel such peace knowing that because Olivia has accepted Jesus as Lord of her life she walks daily with a Counselor and Comforter at her side.
I’m praying that He walks with you too,
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 

What a beautiful story of God’s comfort!
I love this so much. Just as I was leaving your blog, I saw the title again. How appropriate on this Martin Luther King Day!!
Becky,
I didn’t even think about the title when I wrote this. Thank you so much for pointing that out to me. ;). Have a great week!!
Bonita,
I hope you have a wonderful week!
Love you both,
Tammy
Love you guys! Loving that God is your Comforter…
Just…refreshed. He knows and that’s all I need to know.