Things change over time.
People do too.
Some things, though, are as certain as the rising of the sun.
We can change the topic, look the other way, or live in denial;
but it doesn’t change the fact that one day we will each face death.
Some will have months to ponder it while others will face it in the blink of an eye.
Tim and I have experienced both as parents.
We have experienced the heart-wrenching horror of waking to find that while we slept our daughter slipped away.
In one night, our life was changed forever.
A closet full of frilly dresses and bonnets became a painful reminder of what we once held in our arms.
It took years to recover from this heartache.
We have also experienced the agony of watching cancer destroy our youngest son’s body.
Falling to sleep every night not knowing what tomorrow would hold became the new normal at our home for months, and we held on to each other as much as we held on to God.
I’ll never be able to say which death was worse.
I’ll never be able to put into words how grief is different in both cases, but I can say this with all the certainty of my mind and soul.
I would be in bed every single day if it weren’t for Jesus.
I would give up on life.
I would quit.
I would choose anger and bitterness and self-pity if it weren’t for that moment in history when Jesus did something no one else has ever been able to do.
He rolled the stone away and conquered death once and for all.
He claimed victory over the grave and promised more.
He took away the sting and brought Hope……………Hope that does not disappoint.
So if you’re wondering why Jesus matters and why I believe there is power in His name,
this is why.
Yes, He took on the sins of all mankind and I am thankful.
But for me, a grieving mom, He did so much more.
He gave me a reason to keep smiling.
He gave me a reason to keep pressing on.
His resurrection makes every day of my life still matter even when my heart aches.
Jesus matters.
He is the way, the truth, and the LIFE.
And I am thankful every single day.



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 

This is so true. It was not until I had lost my babies that I really understood the hymn “because He lives”. But then it was all that mattered, all that gave life meaning. Because He lives, I could face the next day without them. I could heal and live and hope in Heaven, because He lives. No other reason could have been enough.