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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When Love Wins
I was moved to tears as I walked toward the rally. Seeing a street I travel often by car suddenly filled with bumper-to-bumper cars as well as an equal number of people...
Put Down Your Stones
The playground is filled with children. Swinging. Jumping rope. Playing tag. Shooting hoops. Life is good on this particular school day...............until someone gets hurt. Seriously injured. Someone has taken a game of kick ball too far and blood now marks...
Because There Are Really Only Two Places To Turn In A Valley
I remember too well the hours sitting in waiting rooms as Nick had yet another MRI, another brain surgery, another chemo treament. I remember the days and nights in those first few months after he passed away and how I hung on to one small thread of Hope...
“Bee” Careful
The sugary scent of Sprite must have lured him to the can. Unaware of how close he was to a fatal swat, he lingered, soaking up every bit of sweetness he could find. I had no reason to hurt him. I was really in his world anyway. Outside, I feel a bee has a few more...
Finding Jesus in the Crumbs
What did it feel like? Twelve disciples Five loaves of bread Two Fish 5,000 hungry men and who knows how many hungry women and children Some estimate the crowd numbered over 15,000 On their own, these men had a big problem. Daylight was ending and the crowd needed...
This Thing Called Grace
I've thought about this word a lot lately. Grace. Receiving something I don't deserve. It settles over me like a cool morning mist. Hovering close. This thing called grace. Smoothing out my rough edges. Hiding my flaws. God has a way of wrapping me in grace and if I...
Windowsill Wisdom
I'm not sure what I was expecting when I stopped by my old office. My nameplate was down, and a new one held its place. I laughed as a friend handed me the rectangular piece of metal holding my own name. Tammy Nischan It's funny how a nameplate seems so insignificant...
When Love and Hope Seem Just Out of Reach
Our plane landed early, and we had some time to spare. Finding an open bench in a Dallas airport is kind-of like looking for a four-leaf clover. It's worth the search when you find one! On this particular day, though, we got super lucky! One bench was free, and it was...
When Love Begins In A Cemetery
Dinner was finished, and Tim had headed out to mow. I needed to get out, too. Just enjoy some fresh air. Move a bit. Get my heart pumping. As I made my way up the hill near our home, I decided to call a friend and see about her day. We hadn't been chatting long when I...
What Words Can Do
Twenty-six letters in the English language. More or less in other languages, but still a definite number of symbols for communicating. I'm amazed at how these symbols can be moved around and brought together to write volumes and volumes of books. I'm also amazed at...