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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The Truth About Seeing All Sides
l haven't moved around enough. Stepped back far enough. Climbed up high enough. Sat down low enough. Leaned in far enough. Or gazed up long enough. To honestly say "I get it" about much of anything going on these days. I see glimpses of light from nearly every angle....
On Racism, Justice, and Walking a Mile in Someone Else’s Shoes
I walked by this park bench in Knoxville, Tennessee, Friday morning. Tennis shoes and socks sat abandoned, as if the owner had decided he'd had enough. "Walk a mile in me," they whispered. But as I stood there wondering why in the world anyone would leave behind such...
When I Don’t Know What Else To Do
I've never met this family but I feel like I have. Ever since I read the first article about Maddie Bell's disappearance, I've found myself checking online news for updates at least once every few hours. Hoping and praying...... she's been found. But every time I read...
If Mother’s Day Is Hard……..
To every woman who's hurting, I love you. To every son or daughter who's longing for a hug, I love you too. It's okay to feel sad on a day when others seem happy. It's okay to feel angry too. Life isn't fair. And it's rarely easy. So it's alright to wonder why things...
Why I Know, More Than Ever, I Need A Way Maker
I remember the day I bought my 2020 planner. I wanted one small enough to fit in my purse.... But big enough for detailed daily planning. I thought I had so much to do. If that wasn't enough, I wanted one that was cute. Teal preferably. Maybe with stickers. I knew...
Facing Good Friday with Covered Faces
There's nothing easy about a pandemic, but it's not the first time our world has faced a crisis. And I'm thinking it won't be the last. So what do we do when life is hard? Where do we turn when every path leads the same direction? I mean, pandemics can rarely be...
My Response to COVID-19
One day at a time. It's really all we've ever been given. One short day at a time. But when our calendar has been wiped clean and all future plans have been put on hold, today suddenly seems bigger, more meaningful, more urgent, more worth "not wasting." And while the...
When Daffodils Speak…………
Moving in winter means unexpected surprises in spring. The popping up of green all around our new yard reminds me - seeds were planted here long before we came. My job is very different on this new plot of land. Our last yard was dirt when we arrived. We planted the...
What Are You Holding?
When his mother packed his lunch early that morning, did she ever dream she was packing a miracle? And if she'd known, would she have packed a little more - knowing Jesus would be looking in the basket in search of supplies. And as the little boy headed to town, did...
When The Nest Flies Too……..
The first bird flew away over a decade ago. Watching him soar high into the sky, my heart whispered, You always have a home here. This nest is yours forever. ---------------------------------------- Not long after, the second bird began to flap his wings. Flying high...