In the craziness of this life,
running here and running there,
it’s easy to think we are “just another ant” in the colony.
In the sad times,
when putting one foot in front of another is hard work,
it’s easy to forget that someone sees every tiny step…….and cares.
In the happy times,
when our problems seem to fade away temporarily and laughter comes more easily,
it’s easy to forget that this world is still filled with hurting people.
But when we take time to pray in the crazy times, the sad times, and the happy times…….
When we climb up and out of any kind of season of life just enough to remove ourselves from the crowd, just enough to show we remember there’s more to life than us,
something happens.
It happens not so much to the world around us or beside or below us,
but it happens inside of us.
We begin to feel connected to Something bigger than this world.
We begin to sense that no matter how busy or how painful or how joyous this life can be…..
WE ARE NOT ALONE.
And we begin to feel inspired and motivated to climb higher and reach further and pray more because it’s these conversations we need to make it through another day, another minute, another hour.
Pray matters more because of what it does TO us than what it does THROUGH us.
Prayer works from the inside out and without it we lower ourselves to the world of ants, scurrying about
buying gifts,
comparing toys,
racing to finish tasks,
building,
tearing down,
and building again.
Prayer pulls us out of the chaos.
It removes the noise.
It separates us from the silliness.
It aims us in the right direction.
It allows us to see the world from His perspective; and when we do, we can face today and tomorrow and the next day.
Prayer matters because it’s an invitation from God to be in His presence whenever, wherever, for however long we desire.
There’s no boundaries.
There’s no rules.
No expectations.
Climb out of your crazy world today and take time to pray.
From one “ant” to another, it will change everything about you.
I promise.

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 
