I took a lot of pictures this weekend between the Funtoberfest 5K and Olivia’s first homecoming.
I found myself behind a lens most of the day.
Looking back through all of my pictures, I found some to be clear and beautiful while others were blurry and not-so-great.
I had to take a lot of pictures to end up with some I love.
Sometimes life is a lot like a photo shoot.
It takes a lot of living to end up with some great moments, because mixed in with all of the beautiful memories are some fairly blurry, not-so-pretty events.
I’ve discovered that the memories that turn out not so great for me are the ones where my focus isn’t where it should be.
I hate that about myself.
My mind is a lot like a ping-pong game with the ping-pong ball sometimes bouncing around so rapidly in my head that it hurts!
I want to fix my lens on Him.
I want to look up and not around.
I want to speak with truth and love.
I want to be Him to a hurting world.
And somehow in the midst of what I want is the reality of who I am.
An insecure, off-balance, deeply-needy, often-frazzled human being who craves friendship, acceptance, affirmation, and love.
When I find myself slipping into the mode of thinking, “Am I pleasing so-and-so?” I quickly spiral into someone who is not pleasing God.
So, it’s Monday and I have a decision to make.
Am I going to walk into today pleasing Him or pleasing others.
My prayer is that I can stay focused on Him.
I believe that if I can do this, then everything else will become clear and beautiful.
I want to see the world through His eyes.
I want to please Him.
Praying your day is filled with beautiful memories, clearly focused on the One Who loves you most.
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 want to stay focused on Him also! Love & prayers, in Jesus, Cynthia
As an obsessive picture taker of my four children…i can relate to both concepts listed above. I found your blog when I happened onto Nick’s page. Tears. I was in tears. It brought back some of the emotions I felt when I held my baby on the palm of my hand…December 20, 2001. Isaiah Ethan was his name. He is with Nick too…along with two of my babies whom I never held. And I couldn’t be more overjoyed that they are safely awaiting my entrance to Heaven. 🙂
I dont know you…but I will pray for that good that God promises to be clear and constant in the life of your beautiful family!
I would love for you to check out a blog post that I wrote. It was the ending to a series of posts about my seven pregnancies. Four living children..and three miscarriages. The post is called “My Journey Revealed”. I challenge you to write a similar journal entry. You choose whether you share it or just cherish it. Blessings to you!!!
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