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


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



Wednesday, December 15, 2010

The Gift

I learned from Community Action this year how to make plarn, yarn from plastic bags, to which then crocheters come in and use the plarn to crochet mats to be given to the homeless.  It takes hundreds of bags to make the plarn.  I was given big, black trash bags filled with WHITE, plastic Wal-Mart bags.  I folded, cut, stripped, and rolled WHITE bags over and over and over again.  In time it began to get very monotonous, working with WHITE bag after WHITE bag.

Then last night, my dear, sweet neighbor brought over her bag of bags she had been saving for me.  Later I went to the kitchen to begin working monotonously again on this project when lo and behold, I opened her bag and pulled out a GREEN bag.  My heart fluttered.  I looked again, reached in and pulled out a BROWN bag, and then a BLUE bag, and then RED,WHITE, and BLUE bags.  Oh, the joy of colors!  I was so giddy folding, cutting, stripping, and rolling all those beautiful colors!  Who knew colored bags could make me so happy?

Oh, the simple pleasures.  I think God must have smiled seeing me get such joy out of this “gift.”  The gift of color just when I needed it.  The creator of color gave me a gift and used my dear neighbor to deliver it.  It renewed me, revived me, and I was ready with zip and zing to make more plarn.  I found myself humming, smiling as I pulled out yet another colorful bag…what joy!

I think there are lessons here.  I’m just going to let you ponder on that for yourself.  I’m going back to my “gift” bag and see what color I pull out next.  I can’t wait!

What fun!  What joy!  What a gift!  All from a plastic bag.

Thank you Father.

1 comment:

Maryellen said...

Those colorful bags made into plarn are going to make some beautiful and colorful mats for the homeless. Think of the smiles that are coming still.