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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Wrestling with God
Jacob had tricked his brother out of his birthright, was forced to leave his home in order to escape the anger of Esau, and was now returning to his homeland with two wives he had snuck away from their father in the night. I would say every night of sleep had its...
When Backspacing and Deleting and Being Quiet are the Best Options
I've started about five different posts this morning, and I've found myself backspacing and deleting every single one. Social media of any kind gives us room to vent, room to share, room to have a voice. Sometimes I have plenty I could say or I'd like to say about...
What Are You Ashamed Of?
We all have regrets. Things we wish we could "do over, forget, erase." Memories that remind us of our humanness, our frailty, our inability to always choose right. If these moments that make us blush, or even make us feel ashamed, could be known by all, our...
There’s Always a Bright Side
No matter what you're facing, I promise there's a bright side if you determine to find it. Whether you're facing a hospital room, a stressful job, or even a too-quiet house, you can find a bright side today. It may take some creativity. But, it's there. Light is in...
What Snow Days Do To Me
Here I am. It's 2:45 a.m. and, once again, I'm awake while the house sleeps. I really should have been a nurse. (I could have worked the night shift beautifully.) I learn this about myself every winter, because snow days turn me into a bat. As soon as I hear...
What About Noah’s Wife?
I was reading the story of Noah this morning and was keenly aware of the lack of information about his wife. No name. No voice. No struggle. No questions. No fear. No doubt. No anger. All we know is about Noah's wife is that she was there, watching the ark go up...
Wanting to Have an "Enoch Kind-of Year"
Very little is said about Enoch in the Bible. There's no great stories shared about his life, his family, or his work. Genesis 5 shares the genealogy from Adam to Noah and Enoch is mentioned as part of that line. He's the father of Methuselah and great-grandfather of...
Why Believing in Jesus Matters
In a world filled with so many different religious beliefs, spiritual convictions, and personal opinions about what is true, what is important, and what matters, it's no wonder more and more people are throwing in the towel and walking away from organized religion. ...
Why God Says "Be Still"
I love quiet moments when I become a sponge and God the water. I love peaceful places where His Presence rises above every noise, every movement around me. As He rises up over my life's chaos, He catches my eye. He draws me in. He captivates me. And nothing else...
How Did Mary Handle Christmas Eve?
Gazing at a Nativity Set, it's hard for me to imagine anything less than a serene stable filled with the glory of God on the night Jesus was born. Maybe that's why my desire this morning to sort-of panic about all the last-minute things I've "put off" in an effort to...