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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How Can We Help Nepal and India This Morning?
I woke up to an inbox message from a friend in India asking for prayer. In her note, she said, "Please keep praying for India as it has 30 earth quake in last 3 days and a massive disaster and more than 2500 people died in Nepal and near by places. We are safe here."...
The Motherhood Hike
When I first heard the words, "It's a boy," I was in many ways still a child myself. Yes, I had a college degree. Yes, I had a job. What I didn't have, though, was any kind of credential qualifying me for motherhood. I had little experience with children and...
When Grieving Moms Have Jesus
There's something incredibly special about standing near other grieving moms. They help me feel normal................ And safe............ And loved. And when these grieving moms also love Jesus, it's almost too good to be true. It's as if we're connected from the...
When We Walk to the Gate
The sunset was amazing as I waited for Olivia to come to the car. When I looked up, I could almost imagine God saying, "I created this moment. I painted the sky all shades of purple................... and carefully arranged the clouds so that sunlight would peek...
When The Nest (or the Soup Can) is Empty
When I entered the world of motherhood, I felt a lot like a brand new can of soup. Filled to the top and overflowing, my label quickly began to define me. _________ Mom. Mommy. Mother. _________ I loved all these names. I was proud. I was thankful. I felt secure,...
Why I Can’t Walk a Life of “Days In Between”
Words haven't come easily lately. I can't even begin to count how many times I've sat down to write a post and just stared at the screen or started to type and found myself backspacing every word away. Blogging is a complicated endeavor and when I find myself...
A Love Story, Continued
Last week I shared about God showing up in pennies and pencil drawings. And I said there was more to come. Today I want to share "the rest of the story." ------------------------------------------------------------------ After looking at the photograph of the heart...
The Power of Pennies and Pencil Drawings
It caught my eye. The shiny copper coin on the sidewalk seemed to say, "You're walking in the right direction today." "Keep moving forward." If you know me at all, you know I love pennies; and this particular day I had no idea how my moment with this tiny coin, worth...
When We Stop Wrestling
If you read this and happen to also walk somewhat close to me in my daily life, you know I've been a wrestler for years. Not a professional one that gets paid to be in a ring (thank goodness), but rather a wrestler of my life's direction, purpose, and plan, a...
When the Bible and Life Just Don’t Make Sense
This happens every single year. My chronological Bible takes me through the conquest of the Promised Land. The destroying of one "ite" after another............... Amorites, Hittites, Canaanites, Perizzites, Hivities, Jubusites............ I find myself struggling...