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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What’s Your Year Going to Look Like?
In 1992, our six-week old daughter died of SIDS. In 2008, our thirteen-year old son died of brain cancer. Looking back, I don't know how I survived those two years of my life and all the years since. I don't know how I've managed to pull myself out of bed every single...
Unwrapping Christmas
And she gave birth to her firstborn son and wrapped him in swaddling cloths and laid him in a manger, because there was no place for them in the inn. Luke 2:7 I wonder how she really felt that night, far from her family and unable to find a real bed for the Son of...
Graham Crackers, Gumdrops, and Pretzels
Building gingerbread houses is an annual tradition at our house. All you need is.................. Christmas music Graham crackers Frosting Candy Cereal Pretzels Coconut Food coloring Anything else to add color and detail................. And willing builders. In the...
Happy Birthday, Weasel!!!
I'll never forget 12/12/12. I was sitting in a meeting at work as I was receiving texts from my mom about David's approaching entry into this world. This was our family's first addition since losing Nick, and our hearts were all ready to share love with a new little...
Surprise!!!
Merry Christmas, Everyone! This is Erich and Mallory, not Tammy. After finding mom's computer open to her blog, we just couldn't resist the opportunity to say, "Hello!" So from the two of us to each and every one of you, "Merry Christmas, and may the Lord bless you as...
Why Prayer Matters
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....
What I Wish I Could Say Out Loud
He flashes through my mind at the most unexpected times. A funny memory. His smile. The way he would lightly touch my shoulder in the car if he could tell I was feeling stressed. The way he would sit at the computer meticulously creating something new on WordArt or...
Blogging is Dangerous
The thought of jumping from an airplane while strapped to a parachute terrifies me. The idea of entering a dark, small cave and meandering deep into the earth's core just about takes my breath away. Actually, I fear most anything that involves heights or closed-in...
What Is Your Ambition?
Ambition.......................... Hard work Determination Purpose Intent Plan Desire Dream Aspiration Goal Aim Target Wish These words can often lead to material success, promotions, high scores, popularity....................... Achievements that elevate Actions...
What Are You Asking For????
ACTS 3:1-10 One day Peter and John were going up to the temple at the time of prayer—at three in the afternoon. Now a man who was lame from birth was being carried to the temple gate called Beautiful, where he was put every day to beg from those going into the temple...