It’s 11:07, and I’m waiting for Todd to get home so I can head to bed. We’re leaving at 7 a.m. for a day at King’s Island with the junior high kids from church. (Tim and I are sponsors). 🙂
So, I sat down for a minute to check my email and found myself back in my pictures from India.
Oh, the faces. The sweet faces. The people who need hope and love. The people who don’t want to be forgotten. I’ll never forget the orphanage dorm mom at the train station as we were leaving Damoh. She hugged me and said, “Please don’t forget us.”
Yet here I sit in America having just packed a bag with swimsuits and beach towels for a day of fun tomorrow..
I can’t really put into words what I’m feeling.
I just want to know that we did SOMETHING to make their llives a little better.
So I think of Nick’s foundation and our dream to help raise the funds to build part of the orphanage that is so desperately needed. And I pray that hearts will be stirred like mine is, because the task is too big for one family. It is definitely a God-sized dream. To have 2,000 people each give $30!!!
With that money, a kitchen, food storage area, and dining hall large enough to hold 100 kids at a time can be built!!
$30 is the price of a ticket to King’s Island. Surely I can give up one ticket to an amusement park to help build a permanent home for homeless children.
I know God can do this!!
If you want to help, please visit Nick’s foundation website for more information by clicking on this link below:

An Albino India boy..found living on the streets with his sister and brothers.
God bless you as you consider this ministry outreach opportunity.
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 

I personally LOVE hearing stories about India! Those kids are just precious!
Love ya!