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Why a blog from me, someone who has never been a writer, someone who has never been articulate or had a solid grasp of the grammar world. Because God told me to write. Several years ago a life storm invaded my family. God kept telling me to write it all down. I argued, but He would not let up. This went on every day for a couple of weeks until one day out of frustration, (I'd like to say it was out of obedience), I picked up a pen and paper and wrote for 7 hours straight! Do you think maybe I needed therapy and God knew it?

I've been writing ever since and have learned to love it! I started out sharing my stories with friends and family. I've now been published in a Nashville church paper, Our Daily Journey (a devotional site of RBC Ministries), PCCWeb Daily Devotional, Ruby for Women Ezine Magazine, and I am a contributor in the book Alabaster Jars, Life in Abundance Collection 2.

Why Ponderings? During this life storm, God led me to a pond in the woods behind my home. There He met me each time, teaching new lessons, reminding me of old ones, showing His presence and allowing me to feel His love through the surroundings of that pond. I found myself returning over and over to ponder, pray and praise. A healing of my heart took place and out of the experience came my first book, Ponderings From the Pond, then a second book, Ponderings From My Porch, and now a third book is in the works along with a memoir about my storm.

Why am I making myself so vulnerable? Because God has done so much that I cannot keep quiet. I have to share. Jesus's last words to his desciples were, "Go,tell." We are his disciples too and this is just one of my ways of telling.

I'm no scholar but I have heard God's voice in my spirit, experience His love daily, and have a desire for others to experience this also. I would love to share with all who visit and I would love to hear from you. If my sharing gets just one to ponder, to be quiet with the Father, to see and hear from Him or to be reminded of something from Him, then this is worth my vulnerability.

As you visit me, sometimes we will be at the pond, sometimes we will move to the front porch, and sometimes we will just be here, there, and yonder. Thank you for coming and please feel free to come back anytime, you are always welcome here.

May the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be pleasing in your sight, O Lord, my Rock and my Redeemer.

Psalm 19:14

*****EXCITING NEWS*****

My first book, Ya Know What I'm Say'n, has been released.


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Saturday, March 5, 2016

Two Resurrections

Resurrection. . .don't rush through that word. Say it slowly and listen as it reverberates off the tongue. Resurrection. . .such a beautiful sound, such a beautiful word, and the meaning behind it; to bring to life something that was dead.

A relationship in my life was dead for nine years. From the time I was the age of fourteen to twenty-three, I did not see or talk with my mother. She suffered with severe depression. In this state of mental illness, she would fly into rages without warning. My brother, nine years older was gone. My sister, five years older was gone. I was the only one left to witnesse the depression, the rages, not understanding what was wrong with her. There were days she would just stare at me with her large eyes, me always wondering what was going on in her head. There were days I would come home from school, and she would meet me in the living room, raging over nothing, and shredding the clothes off my body with her bare hands. In the end, I was scared of her. I would go to bed not wanting to close my eyes. I was fearful, of what, I wasn't sure. I was taken away to live with my grandmother. No one explained. I thought my mother didn't love me. And so, I wouldn't love her either. In my young, innocent, na├»ve mind, I told myself I wanted her to be happy, but I didn't need her in my life. And so she wasn't for the next nine years.

I went on to high school and lived my life. I grew, I graduated, and then married. I had learned to go on with my life without her, not giving her any thought. Then one night as I was dusting my dresser in my newlywed apartment, I heard God clearly speak in my soul, "It is time to call your mother." After nine years of not thinking of her, God led me immediately to my phone and I called her. How I knew her phone number, I still do not know to this day. But I called. She lived a mile from my apartment. I went. A resurrection took place. She greeted me, we hugged, we talked and we sat at her piano for hours and hours playing and singing praise songs, at times crying grateful tears, praising our Heavenly Father for all He had done. . .Resurrecting His Son Jesus after sending Him to die for our sins, to pay the penalty for OUR sins, so we could come into a relationship with a Holy God, to have a heavenly home to go to when we are called. Resurrecting our own relationship to a beautiful reunion, forgiveness not even mentioned because we knew it had been given. My mother had been healed. I had grown up. And after nine years, God spoke and said it was time. That was in 1985.

After enjoying our new relationship for a couple of years, my husband received a job that took us from our Oklahoma home to Arkansas for the next four years. Then from there we moved back to Oklahoma but to another city. After thirteen years, we moved to Kentucky. My mother and I had never lived in the same city after I left for Arkansas, but we had many, many visits, phone calls and e-mails over the years. She became a wonderful, loving grandmother to all her grandchildren, and then great grandchildren. As I became older and more mature, I realized all my mother had gone through and began to understand how strong this weak perceived woman really was. When she totally surrendered to the Lord, she began to rise, being a blessing to all who met her. I found myself proud of this woman who I call my mom. With the Lord, she had overcome what the enemy had meant for harm. With the Lord, victory had been won.

My mother is now 84 years old. My brother and sister who lived in the same city as she, had done a wonderful job of helping her. They had done so for many years, but it became more and more of a job and with both of them working full time jobs, it was time for me, a stay at home wife, to take over. But it took three years for my mom to be ready to leave her Oklahoma home behind. In July of last year, she became ready, and my brother and sister brought her to my Kentucky home to live with me, my husband and younger son.

We call mom the Queen, I am her princess, and together, we worship the King of Kings and Lord of Lords!

 
There has been more than one resurrection in my life.
Both have been life saving.
Both have been filled with grace.
Both have been filled with lessons learned.
Both filled with love.
And one because of the other.
 
Resurrection
Such a beautiful word!
Only from God!
Hallelujah! 

Saturday, May 9, 2015

Trading Ashes for Beauty



Living in this great big, beautiful, wonderful world, sometimes storms blow in. Really big storms that bring fires that burn. . .burn bad. And what comes after the fires?  Ashes. And we have a choice to make. . .sit in the ashes or trade them in. Sometimes we need to sit in those ashes for awhile, because we can learn lessons there but there is Someone who doesn’t want us to stay in those ashes forever. He has something SO much better for us. . .

Isaiah 61:1-3

“…He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim freedom for the captives and release from darkness for the prisoners…to comfort all who mourn, and provide for those who grieve…to bestow on them a crown of beauty instead of ashes, the oil of joy instead of mourning, and a garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair.”

Let me introduce you to four women who have sat in the ashes and learned to trade them in for some doozy kind of beauty. . . (please don’t miss the important story and message at the end)
 
 
 
 
 
 

Trading those ashes out for
 
beauty
 and joy and fun, something we had all lost at one time. . .read the rest at the end of pics. . .
 

 

 



 
 

 
 
 


 





 

 
PRAISING JESUS!
~TO GOD BE THE GLORY~
 
So there ya have it…four southern women…all who have gone through difficulties and heart breaks in their lives, but made it through with their Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.
“He reached down from on high and took hold of (us); he drew (us) out of deep waters. He rescued (us) from (our) powerful enemy, from (our) foes, who were too strong for (us).” Psalm 18:16-17
He was there to comfort, give rest, guide and lead, gave discernment, and brought us out of the pit. It took time, but. . .we found our way back to joy and fun and we praise Him, our Heavenly Father.
You say, “You all don’t know what heart break is!”  It’s different for all of us and no matter what each one is, when it’s our hurt, it hurts!  One of us tried and almost succeeded in suicide. Because of doctors who did not give up the first time, the second time or the third time, she is with us today radiating with joy. One of us became the mother of a prodigal, a story that put her on the couch and lost 30 lbs. over a two week period. It took her 5 years to put it all back on. Two of us have had dear ones in prison. One ended up on a psyche ward for depression. We’ve all had broken relationships. And we’ve all survived. We traded in our ashes for beauty.
Some of these hurts didn’t go away. Some were mended, some restored, and some are still there being raised in prayer. But praise Jesus! We don’t have to sit in the pit of despair. No matter the circumstance, we are here to tell ya, when you follow Jesus, keep your eyes on Him. . .Joy comes! Joy comes! Joy comes in the morning!
Are you going through discouragement, pain, depression, some kind of hurt of your own?  Praise Jesus! Jesus is there with you. Ask Him what it is He wants you to learn while you’re waiting for delivery. PLEASE!  Don’t waste the pain.  That is what the devil himself would want you to do. Don’t give him that. Lean on the strength of the Lord, learn, give Him the glory and be ready to rise, cause it’s comin’ girl, it’s comin’!
“…weeping may tarry for the night, but joy comes with the morning.” Psalm 30:5
 
"You have turned for (us our) mourning into dancing; you have loosed (our) sackcloth and clothed (us) with gladness, that (our) glory may sing your praise and not be silent. O Lord my God, (we) will give thanks to you forever!"  Psalm 30:11-12
 
From your sisters in Christ, daughters of the King,
Elaine, Kris, Tamra and Peggy  
 
DEAR READER. . .Do you feel alone?  You are not precious one. God is with you.
"When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and through the rivers, they shall not overwhelm you; when you walk through fire you shall not be burned, and the flame shall not consume you. For I am the Lord your God, the Holy one of Israel, your Savior."  Isaiah 43:2-3 
BUT. . .sometimes we need someone with skin on. If you would like to talk or want prayer, please feel free to e-mail any or all of us at the following. . .we'll be here for you!
You are loved with an everlasting love. And underneath are the everlasting arms.
 
Kris   ~ Krbrid@aol.com
Tamra   ~  Tlew1207@yahoo.com
Peggy   ~ Pgrannybird@aol.com
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Wednesday, May 6, 2015

Angels with Stethascopes

~In honor of Nurse Appreciation Week~


“God appoints our graces to be nurses to other men’s weaknesses.”
~ Henry Ward Beecher
 
 
 
This is National Nurses Week and I would like to salute all the wonderful nurses out there being angels to all those who are ill in one way or another. Our Homeless Outreach Ministry is blessed to have nurses at the bridge every week to take care of our guests. Not just to put stethascope to skin but a listening ear to their words and compassion to their souls. Listen. . .you just may hear the flutter of wings.


"Our job is to love people. When it hurts. When it’s awkward. When it’s uncool and embarrassing. Our job is to stand together, to carry the burdens of one another and to meet each other in our questions."
 ~Jamie Tworkowksi



“The trained nurse has become one of the great blessings of humanity, taking a place beside the physician and the priest.”
~ William Osler
 
 
 
“Being a Nurse, is a endless loving act of heart!”
~ Anonymous
 
 
Our nurses are always smiling, greeting our guests warmly and ready to take blood pressures, talk about medications and addictions and ready to listen to stories when stories need to be told. 
 

 This man above didn't seem moved when told his blood pressure was WAY in the danger zone. . .that's stroke level zone. The nurse explained what could happen and that it could happen quickly with the extremely high numbers he was showing. He was told to get to the hospital which was just down the street like. . .NOW!
 
We'll see hopefully next week if he did just that or not.
 
Our nurses keep an eye on another one of our guests who has his blood pressure taken every week at the bridge.  His was also in the danger zone awhile back and was told to get to the hospital right then. He rode his bike right there, was put on medication and is doing better.
Everyone loves our Louie. . .
 
Louie loves to come to the bridge each week.  It may be for the food. It may be for the fellowship. It may break up his day. I think he really comes now to see the smiles of ones like these. . .
 
 
 

Nursing is an art: and if it is to be made an art, it requires an exclusive devotion as hard a preparation, as any painter's or sculptor's work; for what is the having to do with dead canvas or dead marble, compared with having to do with the living body, the temple of God's spirit? It is one of the Fine Arts: I had almost said, the finest of Fine Arts. 
~Florence Nightingale
 
 
 
 
 
This past year our nurses have formed teams and now are a part of Street Medicine. . .they roam the streets, down alley ways, parking lots, stroll through parks and woods looking for people who might need medical attention.
 
 
 
 
 
Not only do they give of their medical expertise, but grace and the love of Christ. There are those who might not have seen a smile that day except for the smile of the nurses who came looking for them.
 
 

I wish I had pictures of all of them, but there are just way too many. A BIG salute to all the nurses everywhere. . .street teams, hospitals, doctor offices, veteran offices, rehabs, schools. Have I left out a place?  Let me know~
 
 
 
To all nurses,
Thank You!
 

Saturday, April 25, 2015

Foot in Mouth?

"A closed mouth gathers no foot."
 
I saw this quote the other day and it made me laugh and I thought, so true.  But then I pondered. . .we can't keep our mouths shut ALL the time.
 
And then I saw this verse. . .
 
"Out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaks."
Matthew 12:34
 
And so I pondered once again. . .
 
What is the abundance of my heart?  Is it good and pleasing or not?
My mouth will speak from the abundance in my heart.
We have a choice to put into our hearts what we will.  Sometimes our hearts fill so casually and slowly with things, that we don't even realize it until we stub our toe, or someone irks us, or that annoying driver in front of us is well. . . you know. . .annoying us.
 
And then there is gossip.  Even the best of people can fall into this one.  How to stop it?  Well, just keeping the mouth closed will not work, because time has shown that just doesn't happen.  It goes back to the heart.  What are we putting into our heart and minds.  Are we being careful what we watch on the screens, are we being careful who we hang around on a regular basis, are we spending daily time with the Lord, soaking up His presence and His Words and His love.
 
I think if we do, then we are safe to open our mouths.  Yes, we are human and sometimes the foot goes in.  Thank goodness, He doesn't wash our mouths out with soap, He forgives and tells us to go on and do better.
 
So, are you thinking, does Kris have this problem?  Actually, when I am annoyed, or irked or stub my toe, I yell out to Jesus.  Other times, if others are involved, (the irkers), I pray for them.  It's amazing how when you pray, you can't be irked anymore. 
But. . .when my feelings get hurt or I think something is unfair, well. . .
Yes, I have taken it to others when I should have just kept my mouth closed. I have felt the invisible kick in the pants from the Holy Spirit and I apologize.

So. . .thinking back to the quote at the top. . .A closed mouth cannot offer encouragement, it cannot praise with singing, it cannot offer prayer to the one in front of you. I would say that if you open up your heart to good and pleasing things of the Lord, it will be safe to open the mouth. And when the feelings get hurt, I'll just open my heart to the Lord.

I'm going to continue to open my mouth when the time is right and I will lean on the Holy Spirit for guidance and I have asked Him to keep both my 6 1/2's on the ground and not come anywhere near open mouth.

I will still write what's on my heart, but know that I pray each time before hitting that publish button.

And if I happen to slip and open my mouth in front of you when it should be closed. . .I give you permission to kick me in the pants.

Thursday, April 16, 2015

Who's Coming To Dinner?

*I wrote this post over five years ago having no idea I would teach an ex-con about it.
 
I didn't know Greg back then, a special homeless man who said I needed to write a book.
I didn't know then that he and I would get to sit on a park bench together many times.
I didn't know back then I would get to witness this giant of a man give his heart to Christ.
I didn't know back then that he would say to me, "I now have a seat at the King's table, you taught me that."
I didn't know on that park bench that he would take his seat so soon.
If you ever fear sharing, please don't. You never know when that person who needs to hear will be called to take their place at the table.
And which one will it be?*
 
 
Who's Coming to Dinner?
 

The first supper we read about in the Bible is in Genesis, chapter three.  The appetizer, main course and dessert were all wrapped up in one juicy piece of fruit that was “pleasing to the eye.”  Who was on the guest list?  Adam and Eve of course.  They didn’t pay money for this dinner, but oh, how they paid!  The cost of this dinner. . .destruction, sin entered the world, which led to death, nakedness, shame, fear, broken relationships. . .disastrous!

Far down the time line was another feast, known as the Last Supper.  The guest list here was Jesus as guest of honor and His twelve disciples.  The menu. . .unleavened bread, lamb, bitter herbs, and wine.  The cost?  The ultimate sacrifice was coming to pay for the cost of the first supper. . .victory over death, the gift of forgiveness, the chains of shame and fear and broken relationships broken and freedom restored.  Hallelujah!

In the New Earth will be another feast.  In the book of Revelation we are told the guest list here will include all believers.  We will be invited to eat from the tree of life.  Interesting.  The Garden of Eden had a tree of life but two were told not to eat from it.  Disobedience brought on sin.  We are told as depicted in Revelation we believers will be invited to eat from the tree of life because our sins have been removed.  I’m definitely no bible scholar so this may be literal or symbolic.  But it just goes to show that there was a plan in place even when the first two diners committed the first wrong.

I don’t know about you but this gives me comfort.  From beginning to end we see God and His plan.  He is just and He is loving.  The two go hand in hand.

The first supper involved selfishness and disobedience.  The last supper involved unselfishness and obedience.  The first supper, Satan slithers and misleads.  After the last supper, Jesus crushes the serpent’s head. 

In the New Earth feast, our dining clothes will be robes of righteousness.  The cost of this feast?  According to Revelation 21:6, there will be no cost…He says, “To him who is thirsty, I will give to drink without cost from the spring of life.”

Dining with Jesus, can you fathom it?  As believers, we already dine with Him, we just can’t see Him face to face, but He is with us always.  Do we act like He is with us at our dining table, our restaurant table, at our picnics?  He not only feeds us with food and drink, but also feeds us with forgiveness, peace, joy and unconditional love.

Who’s coming to your dinner tonight?  Will there be a place for the one called “The Bread of Life?”  If so, let us remember to say “thank you” for all the nourishments in life He provides for us.  After the prayer of thanks and gratitude, let’s “eat, drink, and be merry.”
 
 
*God and Greg led me to write that book. The title is Greg's own words he spoke many times. . .
Ya Know What I'm Say'n
 
If you are interested in the book, you may purchase it at Amazon.com or Barnes&Noble.com
If you live in the Bowling Green, KY area,  you can find the book in the Lifeway store and the
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Thank you*