Meet Tammy
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 tammynischan@yahoo.com and I will reply as soon as I can!
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Sometimes We Need Sticks and Stones
As my nephew walked along the creek's edge in search of crawdads or any other creature he could possibly scoop up in his net, I watched from a few feet below. My own boys - now all grown up - seemed to appear in the form of his innocent little figure. Stumbling along....
If You’ve Ever Felt Sad or Discouraged
Discouraged ...........it's just one of many adjectives in the English language, but isn't it a powerful one? The dictionary defines it as "having lost confidence or enthusiasm; disheartened." Have you ever felt it? Weakened Lacking excitement Sad As someone who...
Caution. Reading This May Be Painful.
A couple of weeks ago, a picture fell off the wall in my Sunday school room. I had been told the floor needed to be cleaned before women arrived, but I didn't expect to find such a large amount of shattered glass waiting for me. As I knelt down to begin the work of...
Because The Front Door Was Never Supposed To Be Mine Forever
Discarded but not quite thrown away, this love-shaped wreath rests quietly in the rocks in our backyard. Step on me. Step over me. But never forget who I am............... I am "love." ------------------------------------------------------------ This past year I've...
When Gravel Roads Take Flight
My "hands-on motherhood road" is quickly nearing an end. The everyday errand-running, awake-at-dawn then up-til-who-knows-when era is fading fast. I'm a worn-down gravel road. The years of memories etched into my very being. Birthday parties Sleepovers Science fair...
“I Want That”
It's my favorite scene in the movie Napoleon Dynamite. A door-to-door salesman pulls a large sailing ship out of a box before trying to make his sales pitch, and as soon as the wife sees it, she whispers to her husband, "I want that." I love that this woman isn't...
When Grief Speaks Through a Coffee Mug
I was already in my pajamas last night when Tim came to the bedroom to tell me we had company. They had no idea how tired I was and yet how badly I needed to see their faces................. on this very evening. There's a lot going on in my life right now. Many good...
When You Realize You’re Hanging History Today
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...
When God Shows Up At an Easter Photo Shoot
As I walked through the dollar store in search of everything from saline solution to a belated birthday card, I passed the Easter basket supplies and couldn't help but remember the many years of egg hunts and early morning basket fun with all of our kids................
If You’re Holding On To Something, Be Sure It’s Able to Carry You In The Direction You Want To Go
Who drives a vehicle in this kind of shape in city traffic and doesn't expect to be noticed? Bent to the point of breaking. Held together by materials not normally found in a vehicle-manufacturing assembly line. Rear view blocked by plastic and duct tape. An accident...