A few weeks ago, I went to King’s Island as a sponsor on a high school youth group trip.
We had such a fun day, and I loved the kids who rode in the van I was driving.
(Other than being forced to listen to country music, we had a perfectly wonderful trip to and from Cincinnati.)
When we first entered the park, Olivia noticed the huge metal poles that were part of the “skydiving” ride.
Having no fear, she said, “I’m going to do that before we leave.”
The whole day passed by and as we neared the end of the day, we found ourselves near this ride.
Once again, Olivia mentioned wanting to give it a try.
Of course there was a 50% off special on the day we were there, so anyone could experience the thrill of falling from an incredibly high elevation for only $10.
Who wouldn’t want to free-fall from a point higher than almost every roller coaster in the park with only a cable to support you at such a great price?
(I’m joking)
Olivia managed to find two friends from our youth group who were willing to take the plunge, and we all stayed to witness their insanity.
After being dropped, screaming the whole way down, and surviving the ordeal, they wanted to watch the video of their experience on the monitor beside the ride.
As we were standing and waiting for their video to be placed on a DVD, a woman was watching the video of her husband and son.
The King’s Island employee paused on the picture below, and the mom loved it so much I offered to take a picture and text it to her.
When I got home and looked through my photos, this picture kept catching my eye.
I texted the family again and asked for permission to share it on my blog.
It shows such a beautiful picture of how life can feel when we know God is with us……..even in the free fall moments – the terrifying, unbelievably scary times in life, we are safe.
Look at the boy’s face.
Look at his dad’s face.
Look at the boy’s arms securely wrapped around the dad’s right arm.
Who is in control?
In life, we often find ourselves overwhelmed, scared, and unsure about what to do next.
THE ONLY WAY WE CAN TRULY SURVIVE THESE TIMES WITH PEACE AND CONFIDENCE IN LIFE IS BY HOLDING ON TIGHT TO THE ARM OF HIM WHO CREATED US.
Even when we don’t feel like it’s true, God has our lives “under control.”
He is always working.
He has a plan.
Today, I challenge you to regain your grip on our Father’s arm and enjoy the ride even when you’re terrified!
Yet I am always with you;
you hold me by my right hand.
You guide me with your counsel,
and afterward you will take me into glory.
Psalm 73:23-24
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 

Tammy, I read a number of your blogs this morning and was so encouraged to keep on trusting God. I was recently reminded of the verse: in this world you will have trouble, but be of good cheer…how is that possible? FOR I have overcome the world. How to go on after such tremendous losses…
Thanks,
Martha