I moved some boxes around in the shed this morning, trying to make room for school supplies that I want to store for the summer.
As I opened one box that has been packed away for a long time, I saw a journal.
An old journal.
Seventeen years old.
I had to stop and sit in the loft and thumb through the pages for a few minutes, because this was the journal I had kept in the months before Nick was born.
Some of my prayers made me smile, bringing back memories of long-ago situations now resolved.
Some of my prayers made me smile, realizing how much in life hasn’t really changed since then.
Other prayers, though, made me ashamed.
Ashamed that I was disappointed when Nick’s ultrasound showed that we were having a boy and not a girl.
Since Adrienne’s death in 1992, I had longed for a little girl again…..
And at first, the doctors told us that Nick would be a girl.
But then, in a second ultrasound, the news changed.
If I could go back and change anything about 1995, it would be my attitude during the six weeks before Nick was born.
I kept praying and asking God to help me with my heart, but deep inside I remember that I was overwhelmed at the thought of four boys and no Adrienne.
As soon as I held Nick, though, all those feelings washed away.
His big brown eyes.
His chubby cheeks.
His dark black hair.
He stole my heart.
I’m glad I have the journal to remind me of a time when what I thought was best did not match God’s plans.
The journal helped me remember that even when I don’t understand the answer to my prayers, God is always working.
I wouldn’t trade the memories of my sweet boy Nick for memories with any other child.
And I know that by having one more boy, God opened our heart to adoption which led us to find Olivia in an orphanage in a little town called Damoh.
God promises to go before us making rough places smooth, and He’s never let me down on my long and rough road.
I am thankful for old diaries that remind me of His presence seventeen years ago and today.
Isaiah 42:16
I will lead the blind by ways they
have not known,
along unfamiliar paths I will guide
them;
I will turn the darkness into light
before them
and make the rough places smooth.
These are the things I will do;
I will not forsake them.
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 
