The Mission Behind His Hands, His Feet, His Heart

I talk about God, a lot. This isn’t to say that I’m “super spiritual” (whatever that means?) or anything of the like; talking about Him a lot does not make me any less of a sinner in need of His grace (a whole lot of it, actually!). It’s just the way I am wired. I am extremely and perpetually awkward at small talk. In a perfect world, I would be able to sit down with each of you, cup of coffee in hand, and you would tell me the deep truths of your heart: your struggles, your passions, the story He’s writing in your life.


(I’ll have my creamer with a touch of coffee, thanks.)

In all seriousness, I believe with all that I am that there are so many things going on in and around each of us that go much deeper than the surface. The situations and circumstances are always temporary- it is the unseen things- the things of eternity- that shape us the most. We can all get so bogged down in the day to day that we forget to look at what’s really going on. Often, it is the trials and sufferings that come unexpectedly and cause us to stop in our tracks and really look with clearer vision.

Therein lies the purpose of His Hands, His Feet His Heart.

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When God gifted us with twins with special needs, Hugh and I were met with a choice:

a choice to curse God’s name, or praise Him.

a choice to let others in on this journey, or keep others out.

a choice to believe God has big purpose in our story, or to stay in a constant state of, “Why?”

A few months in to this journey, I sat on the cold,  hard tile floor of our bathroom, tears flowing down my weary, fearful face, and God placed this decision in front of me. We had no prognosis, more questions than answers, yet in His mercy, His strength allowed me to cry out, “You God. I choose You. No matter what.”

This journey has been transformative every since those words left my heart and my tongue.


My heart’s desire- during the rest of my time here on earth, however long He chooses to keep me here- is to help others clear their vision and see God behind and in all people, circumstances, and seasons. God is in the details of each of our lives, and all things-no matter how the world chooses to view them- are a beautiful piece of this tapestry He is weaving. Oh, that we would have eyes to see our loving Creator all around us, at all times, in all ways; that we would be able to see His hands, His feet, and His heart in His children all around us, and that we would long to show that same grace to each and every soul we meet.

I long for us all to be so captivated by the Who that all the ‘Why’s” become irrelevant.

Unabandoned trust to the One who gave us all through the death and resurrection of His Son.


Anything I write or speak is my feeble attempt to share how He is teaching me to do this very thing. My prayer is that it would stir a desire in your heart to look for God in all seasons of your life, in each and every detail. I pray you- yes, you- would find freedom and true joy in believing in the saving power found only in Jesus Christ, the Son of God; and that this truth would spill out like an ever-flowing spring.

All is grace.

To get in touch with Morgan about speaking at a future bible study, women’s event, or conference, please message her on the facebook page, His Hands, His Feet, His Heart; or, email Morgan at .

2 thoughts on “The Mission Behind His Hands, His Feet, His Heart

  1. I have just finished your book and I am amazed at the work you have done spreading Gods love for us through your journey as a family. I often fall into a pity party thinking of the way my family has not lived up to the plan I had for them. You have made me realize it should not be my journey’s plan but that which God holds for them. I will keep you uplifted in prayer for the strength to care for your family and meet it’s challenges with God at your side. Thanks for sharing your story.

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