It’s another rainy morning here in Kentucky.
As I walked into school, my wet shoes were making a squeaky sound as I moved across the tile floor.
Sometimes when our feet our slipping, everyone around us knows.
They can hear the slipping sound.
They can see the look of concentration in our eyes as we try to walk without falling.
I know some of you have squeaky shoes right now.
Your feet are slipping.
You feel unsteady.
I know because we’re friends and family.
I know because I love you, and I can hear the words you say to me.
I know because I love you, and I can hear the words you say to me.
I can see the look in your eyes.
Some of you I have never had the pleasure of meeting…..yet. 🙂
But your feet may be slipping too. You may feel a little squeaky.
I just want to encourage all of you with these words.
God is with you on the wet sidewalks of life.
He’s with you on the wet roads.
His unfailing love will keep you from falling.
Just lean back in His arms and let Him hold you up.
Rest in His love today.
There is no greater love than this: God gave up His Son for you………….
Stand firm today….even if your shoes are squeaking.
When I said, “My foot is slipping,” 
your unfailing love, LORD, supported me. 
When anxiety was great within me, 
your consolation brought me joy. 
Psalm 94:18-19
 
					



 
  
  
  
  
  
 
 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
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 
