His whisper to my heart…

If you ever feel worthless then remember this truth; You were worth dying for.

Much love,


Romans 5:8 (KJV)

8 But God commendeth his love toward us, in that, while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us.

Healing words

There are two kinds of words; words that hurt and words that heal. We all do it. We use words like daggers cutting people down into bits with our tongues. The problem is once they pop out they can’t be permanently erased even after apologizing profusely.

When my kids were in kindergarten our curriculum had a special fun project we did to demonstrate the importance of using words for good and not evil. I would give them a band-aid to keep in their pocket. Then I instructed them to give it to someone else who was sad, hurt or upset. We used the visual band-aid to demonstrate the deep importance of using healing words, like the band-aid helps to heal hurts, so the words we use can heal, restore and bring balm to the broken. They loved it, (especially when I had Spider Man band-aids) because in their 6 year old minds, band-aids always make the boo boos better.

Words are very powerful things. The sticks and stones rhyme can not be farther from true, because physically words can hurt us, since our emotions and bodies are so intermixed.

We have a choice; we can choose to use our words to heal, like band-aids or hurt like daggers. It’s not easy controlling our tongues but with God’s help through prayer and a heart that desires to honor God in all we say, we can choose to use words that heal and in the process those healing words will be balm to our own souls too.

Much love and blessings,


Update On My Mom

What’s up everyone, this is Julia, editor in chief of my mom’s blog. I thought it would be helpful for you all if you knew the whole scoop on the eye problems my mom is having.

She has been experiencing issues with her eyes for almost three weeks now. She is unable to read words on screens or in books because it irritates her eyes and makes her nauseous. Her doctor told her this past Monday that her brain is tired and needs a rest. Therefore she will be taking a short period of time away from her blog to recover and hopefully heal her eyes. There are still some unpublished posts she has that I can post during the interim of her healing. I will be taking the comments she receives from now on, whether I respond to them myself, or write the replies she dictates to me. She is asking you all to be in prayer for her, and she greatly appreciates all the prayers that have already gone up on her behalf. Hopefully this is an affliction that can be mended in time.

Peace out, my friends.


His Vessels

Currents of tears running free, deepest hurts spill. He has emptied, broken me, now my soul can fill.

Blessings come gently, washing away pain. Hints of grace beyond clouds. Filling soul again.

Broken tea cups, cracked, chipped, useless to world’s eye. He sees beauty perfect, whole, for vessels He chose to die.

He sees me priceless, white, pure. He views the heart now clean. Never unwanted or unloved. Ardent love from Him.

Broken tea cups, cracked, chipped, still hold substance in. Lift to lips giving forth, benedictions of His chosen.

Written by Vivian Joy

Keep smiling

“Why can’t I smile?” This is the question I asked my doctor late last year thinking she would have a medical explanation. I supposed that the reason was just facial muscles or something.

When doing tests on me early in the process, she discovered I was not able to properly raise my eyebrows due to cranial nerves that control my forehead being impaired. I’d try to raise them but they wouldn’t go up, just kind of flickered up and down like a person doing google eyes at someone. It was one of the first indications she had that there was a problem…..a big problem.

Months into my challenging journey, I literally couldn’t smile. I looked like an exhausted four-year-old at Disneyland who’s had enough of pictures and is just smiling with their teeth and not their whole face. I couldn’t smile because…

A smile comes from within. It’s not something intense suffering produces. I couldn’t! Yes, I could show my teeth but my eyes stayed hollow and the sparkle was gone.

I thought maybe, just maybe my smile muscles weren’t working and my doctor needed to know this but really it was my emotional muscles that were broken. Not physical.

On some of my most difficult TBI days, my beautiful daughter would walk through the room and flash me her dazzling smile, lighting up my soul with rays of hope.

She said nothing.

But she smiled!

Her smile cheered me on. It was her way of saying “I love you mom, keep fighting, you’re doing good!”

Those smiles cost nothing but were everything to me.

They reflected God’s love.

I knew then, I was indeed going to be okay. I could feel His smile through her.

In a world of frowns…we as believers in Jesus can smile. It’s a powerful way of witnessing as to where our joy comes from. Our joy comes not from outward circumstances but from knowing His love, hope and peace.

A few months ago, I told the receptionist at my doctor’s office how much I appreciate her sweet smile every time I’m being checked in. It gives me something to look forward to and she has such a sweetness in her face that makes me smile back and fills my day with hopeful gladness.

Every time I see a stranger I give them a smile…and you know what? They always smile back and then the room fills with an atmosphere of light, love and happiness.

I don’t remember when I didn’t feel pain in my head and it’s not easy to keep smiling, but I still force myself to smile, through the pain. I smile so my family feels happier. I smile because God is so good. I smile because I’m grateful and learning to find happiness in the little things. I smile because I’m happy!

Wherever you are, whatever you’re doing today, smile and spread the light, joy and happiness of God to everyone you meet. It just may happen to be the only smile they receive today. It could be they needed that smile more than you can ever possibly know.

My beautiful girl flashing her sweet smile

Life is hard, but God is good

She texted me at 8:30 p.m. Tuesday to tell me that her husband Todd had just saved her life.

My beautiful friend Emily has been a survivor of a massive brain stem stroke for nine years, a miracle, a fighter, and the sweetest, most caring person I’ve ever known.

Emily also has a choking issue and can’t be left alone while eating due to paralysis in her jaw which is a result of her stroke.

Tuesday, she was eating a cookie when it happened. A piece caught in her throat and completely blocked her airway. Her frantic husband was totally disoriented…..it hadn’t happened in so long! He panicked.

Em started seeing spots, her lips turned blue, it was scary. She said afterwards that she thought she would never breathe again. Then she saw black……

God interveined, as her husband persistently beat her on the back with his fists, out came the cookie, and in came air! (He later “lost it” she said, as he thought he was killing her.)

I cried when she told me.

Life IS so hard, but God IS so good!!!!

Later she told me she realised just how fragile our lives are.

It’s easy to take it for granted, I know I do. Even though Em and I are TBI survivors…….we can still forget how fragile life is.

As I rested in my chair Wednesday, the song by Pam Thum came into mind. Remember it?

Life is hard but God is good

You turn the key
Then close the door behind you
Drop your bags on the floor
You reach for the light
But there’s darkness deep inside
And you can’t take it anymore

‘Cause sometimes living takes the life out of you
And sometimes living is all you can do

Life is hard, the world is cold
We’re barely young and then we’re old
But every falling tear is always understood
Yes, life is hard, but God is good

You start to cry
‘Cause you’ve been strong for so long
And that’s not how you feel
You try to pray
But there’s nothing left to say
So you just quietly kneel

In the silence of all that you face
God will give you His mercy and grace

Jesus never said
It was an easy road to travel
He only said that you would never be alone
So when your last thread of hope
Begins to come unraveled
Don’t give up, He walks beside you
On this journey home and He knows

Life is hard, the world is cold
We’re barely young and then we’re old
But every falling tear is always understood
Yes, life is hard, but God is good

I’m praising God for His intervention and His goodness to us each and every day. It’s because His mercies are new every morning we wake up with the sunshine streaming through the windows to remind us that He is so faithful and SO VERY GOOD.

Emily and her husband Todd married 2 years after her stroke.

Here is more of Emily’s triumphant story of survival and recovery explained: