Meet Tammy
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 tammynischan@yahoo.com and I will reply as soon as I can!
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When I Listen………..
Shhhhh...... What do you hear when you close your eyes and listen? Dishwasher running Washing machine signaling "I am finished" Pages turning in the kitchen as a book is being read by Robert The springs of the swing bouncing as Marbles, our cat, hops up to look in the...
An IPod’s Message from God……..
As I poured a cup of coffee this morning, I thought I'd take my Ipod and see if any of my friends or family had played in our on-going Scrabble games. As I sat down to look, I must have bumped the screen somehow. When I looked at the screen, I was so surprised to see...
I’ve Lost It………
It's been over a month now since I've driven a car. My December 22nd surgery has been followed by some setbacks and the recovery has turned into quite an ordeal. Clean pajamas are the wardrobe choice for each new morning. Purpose has become mangled with self-pity. I...
Different Kinds of Seasons…….
After my surgery, I spent several days in bed. Light doesn't pass through our bedroom window very easily, so mom made the most of what I had hanging on my wall to gently lift my curtain...... An old part of Grandpa's plow. For years this tool broke hard, dry dirt and...
What Does Love Look Like???
He arrived at our house at midnight last night. Hands and teeth aching from a stressful drive on treacherous roads. But he was smiling. Tim met him in the driveway and asked, "Was it worth it?" With a grin, he replied, "YES!" His car is having some troubles but after...
An Awakening……….
What is it about the word "awakening" that makes me feel excited and hopeful? I love the word. It sings of hope and an awareness of something not yet known. Last night after youth group, Olivia shared with me about the lesson they had studied. She told me about a...
Battlefield of the Mind Chapter 18
I've decided that somehow God has paced my reading of this book to match the journey of my life. I hope that because of the sporadic nature of this book study you have been able to gain insight at the appropriate times in your life as well. Today we will look at...
A Thousand Gifts……….
Snow days ended today........ The days of table games and sleeping in were traded for an early morning of lunch packing and supply gathering...............and saying bye to Todd and Olivia as they darted out the door. For me a few peaceful days remain. I return to the...
God Gave Her a Dream……….
Saturday night, Olivia came to our bed in the wee hours of the morning crying. When I asked what was wrong, she said she couldn't stop thinking about Nick and Jim (he was a precious elderly man from our church who passed away two weeks ago). I held her for a long time...
The Mystery Unfolds…….
Folded gloves...... "Twisted" ankles and white aprons....... All kinds of faces........ Birthday cake with mysterious foreshadowing......... Serious script reading....... Lots of finger pointing and accusations........ An organized director....... And...