I’ve thought about this word a lot lately.
Grace.
Receiving something I don’t deserve.
It settles over me like a cool morning mist.

Hovering close.
This thing called grace.
Smoothing out my rough edges.
Hiding my flaws.
God has a way of wrapping me in grace and if I lean back and soak it up,
I begin to feel freed up from everything about me that is so wrong.
But offering grace to others?
That’s not always so easy.
I know.
I’ve withheld grace many times in my life.
I’ve been a fog lifter.
A finder of imperfections.
A grace thief.
Maybe that’s why it’s so hard to accept God’s offer……………
because the very thing I long for I can’t seem to give.
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I’m learning something in my later years of life.
My ability to accept God’s grace is
often directly related to how freely I am willing to share it with others.
It’s a choice I make, and the consequences are always the same.
Withhold grace.
Struggle to feel God’s hand of mercy.
Lifting the fog and exposing the flaws of others ends up pulling the cool mist right off of me,
and I’m fully aware of how it feels to be exposed.
I understand the feeling of having grace withheld.
Vulnerable
Hurt
Weak
Broken
If grace is getting something I don’t deserve, I qualify.
I need grace.
I need it every single day.
I also need to offer it to everyone around me.
I have no right to withhold this thing called grace from
the unkind
the impatient
the self-absorbed……………….
because I, too, can be unkind, impatient, and self-absorbed.
The flawed must be extra gentle when handling the flawed.
And I am one of the flawed.
Maybe the lifting of the fog in my own life, the exposing of all that isn’t right within me,
is a good reminder of just how much I need to layer my love for others in a good heavy mist of the very thing I need most……..
This thing called grace.

~ A. W. Tozer, once said, “The cross is the lightning rod of grace that short-circuits God’s wrath to Christ so that only the light of His love remains for believers.”
May we all be struck by the lightning rod of grace today so that only the light of His love remains.




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 
