Last night, Tim and I decided to watch the third episode of “The Bible,”
because I was out of town on Sunday evening when it first aired.
As I watched the story of Mary and Joseph unfold,
I was struck significantly by the moment when Mary leaned forward and kissed Jesus’ tiny forehead just minutes after His birth and just moments after naming Him, “Jesus.”
Kissing Jesus, the Son of God.
Could anyone ever feel closer to Heaven than Mary did in that moment?
I remember kissing Nick’s head many times in those last few months of his life,
and I remember thinking I was kissing the head of a very precious boy.
I don’t think I realized just how close I was to Heaven in those last few days of Nick’s life,
but I knew in a very deep way that we were not alone in those dark hours.
God was with us.
One of my friends whose husband died of cancer just a few years before Nick,
shared several stories with me of times when her husband saw angels in the room signaling for him to wait and then finally seeing one that shook her head, “yes,”
as if saying, “It’s now time for you to come Home.”
I wonder if Mary saw angels on the night Jesus was born,
and I wonder if she saw them again when Jesus died.
I have to believe God walked closely with Mary all through her life as the mother of His Son.
And I have to believe He longs to walk closely with each of us who have chosen to call Him Father.
The reality of the Nativity scene is this:
God longed to be with us so much that He sent His only Son.
Emmanuel, “God with us.”
When Mary kissed Jesus’ forehead she kissed the Son of God.
That’s enough to make me smile today,
Because when Jesus was born,
our lives were forever changed.
Suddenly, God was with us…………..

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 
