It’s my favorite scene in the movie Napoleon Dynamite.
A door-to-door salesman pulls a large sailing ship out of a box before trying to make his sales pitch, and as soon as the wife sees it, she whispers to her husband, “I want that.”
I love that this woman isn’t afraid to blurt out exactly what’s in her heart even though the salesman is sitting right there within hearing distance.
And I love that the husband doesn’t make her feel silly.
It’s as if he just “knows” this is the way she is and that’s okay.
I want to believe God is that patient with me when I speak before thinking.
“I want that,” I whisper under my breath as I stand in a field and feel the peace of the country.
“I want that,” I whisper as I stand in a barn feeling my grandpa’s presence so near me I could burst.
“I want that,” I whisper.
And I realize that with those words what I’m really saying is,
“I want the peace I feel here.”
“I want the calmness of the breeze blowing through the wild flowers.”
Like the lady sitting at the table with her husband waiting to hear a sales pitch,
I think I have to buy something or do something in order to “get the ship.”
Today, I hear God whispering back to me,
There are no strings attached to my offer of peace.
You don’t have to pray more
or do more
or love more
or smile more…….
you just have to breathe me in and you will exhale peace.
I am peace.
Today I’m lifting my arms and whispering back,
“I want that.”
May the God of hope fill you
with all joy and peace as you trust in him,
so that you may overflow
with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit.
Romans 15:13


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 
