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.



Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Silent Night, Holy Night. . .

There have been several silent, holy nights in my life, but the one that stands out the most was back in 1985.  I had not seen or talked with my mother for nine years.  (That story coming later)  On this still, silent night, I was a young married woman of 4 years.  My husband was working late at a store and I was in our apartment this early evening dusting my bedroom dresser.  I had not been thinking of my mother at all.  All of a sudden there was that still, small, unmistakable voice that said to me, “It’s time to call your mother.”  Without hesitation, I went to the telephone, picked it up and called her.  I don’t remember how I knew the number after 9 years, but I did.  I said I was ready to see her.
            This night was a holy one to me because 1.  I heard His voice 2.  I immediately obeyed after not wanting to see her all that time.  3.  I knew the number somehow.  4.  The presence of God was all over the place and became one of the most beautiful evenings of my life.  She and I talked, played the piano and sang together for hours.  Forgiveness was never mentioned, reconciliation was never mentioned, but both had happened.  No talk of the past came up. . .it wasn’t needed.  We were moving forward that night.  It was a silent, holy night outside and in.  Miracles were taking place.  My mother and I had been given a second chance.  There could have been bitterness, anger, resentment, unforgiveness, but there was none of that.  God had taken care of it all.  The perfect reconciliation had taken place.  Yes, indeed it was a holy night!
            I will be eternally grateful to that holy infant so tender and mild, who grew up to willingly take on the cruel death, so we all could be redeemed if we so choose to take the gift; for gaining victory over death; for always watching over us, choreographing situations to happen in His timing; for looking down on a child who needed her mother and a mother who needed her child and finally said, “It is time!”
            Sleep in heavenly peace?  Before this reconciliation, I ground my teeth so hard my jaws would stick and sometimes not open for half a day.  This went on every night for 9 years.  Afterwards, my jaw never stuck again.  Yes, I was now sleeping in heavenly peace.
            Thank you Father, for the Christ Child, for mothers, and for those silent, holy nights.

1 comment:

Maryellen said...

And just think of all the beautiful, wonderful moments since then! I would love to hear my mother's voice...I dream of hearing her call my name...but I know I will...someday! Thanks for sharing such sweet, intimate moments where, against all odds, healing and forgiveness took place. That's what only our Savior can do for us! Thanks for being still and listening to what the Lord was telling you to do! You are a sweet child of God and a loving sister! Love you!