When he left for work this morning,
did he realize the significance of the tools he carried?
Tape
Paper
A drill
Was he dreading the long hours on his knees, steadying himself with only an elbow placed firmly on a sometimes shaky leg?
Or was he able to wrap his mind around the responsibility he held in his hands?
His work would be seen by hundreds in the years to come…………….and even the slightest slant in the paper or misplaced hole could destroy the rock and cause the lettering to be off………..
forever.
His work today would change everything about what the world would see tomorrow.
There was something very special to me about walking by this man as he performed such a significant task.
On his knee, meticulously drilling………………
dust flying as he carefully created space for letters to hang
which would eventually spell out the name of this Christian college.
I was moved as I watched him work……………………
How often does the hanging of history happen right before our eyes?

Concentration
Precision
A well thought-out plan
When history is being hung every decision matters.
As I approached the sign, he turned toward me,
and I had to comment on the beauty of his work.
Of course I asked if I could take his picture.
He smiled and I hope he knew in that moment just how much he mattered…………..
how much his work was appreciated.
All work deserves recognition…………
and I find the nameless deed doers the most beautiful ones of all.

Doesn’t everyone need to know they’re changing
something about tomorrow
by the work they’re doing today?

A row of letters waited…………………

Their position on the wall would be determined by the hands of this man………………..
this man who may have showed up for “just another day of work” only to learn he would be hanging history for years to come.
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I couldn’t help but think of the many things in life we may be called to do today………………….
Feed a baby
Change a diaper
Clean a bathroom
Cook a meal
Do laundry
Sit in a waiting room with a friend
Write a note to someone who is hurting
Create a lesson plan
Take someone’s temperature
Make a phone call
Do homework
Text a friend
The list goes on and on of the many little things that may add up to make our day,
but how different these things would seem if we saw each of them as etches in a rock…………..
the hanging of history.
Every word
Every action
Every moment……..
slips out and slips by,
sends dust flying and
changes every single thing about tomorrow.
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Today, don’t underestimate your worth.
You’re a hanger of history………………..
And when history is being hung every decision matters.
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I walked into my writing room this morning,
and the light coming through the window seemed to sparkle as it hung in the air,
cascading all the way to the floor.
I had to laugh as I realized it was actually sunlight reflecting suspended dust that was causing the beauty in that moment.
Dust, hanging in space, catching light.
Isn’t that what we all are????
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Only God could take something so simple and create something so complex.
Who else could give the task of reflecting His light while impacting history to something we thoughtlessly sweep into a pan and toss away almost every single day?
The devil whispers,
You’re only dust. Stay focused on your frail existence.
God proclaims,
You’re my child, created in my image.
Shine for me and make the world a better place.
Reflect My light.
Hang beautiful history.
You matter.
Then God said, “Let us make man in our image, after our likeness. And let them have dominion over the fish of the sea and over the birds of the heavens and over the livestock and over all the earth and over every creeping thing that creeps on the earth.”
Genesis 1:26
Then the LORD God formed a man from the dust of the ground and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life, and the man became a living being.
Gen. 2:7




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 
