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.



Saturday, February 19, 2011

Going Home

I leave the pond, walk up the path, and step into the back end of my yard.  I look up at my house, glad to be back home.  I love my home that God has blessed me with, the family inside, and the friends next door. 
            Walking home, I think about when I leave this earth and enter into my heavenly home.  I always pray there will not be suffering in the end, but I take comfort in knowing my Lord will be with me every step of the way.  I smile as I think about hearing the singing of the angels, maybe even seeing their faces or hearing the flutter of their wings.
            When my dad was on death’s door, he kept looking up and smiling, mentioning a couple of times “how beautiful they are.”  He would ask where the beautiful music was coming from.  Of course, I saw and heard nothing, but I believe he was getting his first glimpse and sounds of his new home as he was so close to it at this time.
            The Bible says this world is not our home, that we are just here for a little while.  What does He want us to do here then?  I believe He wants us to get to know Him better. We are called to live holy and godly lives.  We are expected to meet with other believers.  We are to live a life of faith and hope.  We are to serve, forgive, love, to produce fruit, to encourage one another, to lift one up when he is down, to keep our mind alert, our hands busy, resting in the Lord, the older to mentor the younger and to pray for one another.  We are to have relationships on this earth, spread the gospel and His love and do our part to bring others into His kingdom.  Then when we are all called home we will spend eternity with Him and with each other.
I’m sure we all wonder what heaven will be like.  There are even many books out there giving us an idea.  But we will never really know until we take our last earthly breath and enter into the heavenly kingdom.  I can just imagine the big doors opening as we gasp at the beauty and wonder of it all…and then hearing that wonderful, marvelous voice of our Lord saying with his arms opened out to us, “Welcome Home.”

 Where is your citizenship?  The Bible says in Phillipians 3:30,
“As Christians, our citizenship is in Heaven and we will have all the special privileges of heavenly citizenship because we belong to Christ.”
My prayer for you, the reader is that you do belong to Christ and I will meet you one day in our new home.  If you have never given your life to Christ, I pray that you saw Him through these pages, and will take the step of faith, repent of your sins, and invite Jesus into your heart, making him Lord of your life.  I want everyone to experience the grace and mercy and love that I have received, and the joy of knowing Christ personally.
I also pray that you have found some peace and calmness by being at the pond with me.  I encourage you to find your own piece of a quiet spot to reflect, ponder, and pray. Take in all surroundings, feel the sun, feel the breezes, smell the smells, take in all the sights.  And thank God for all the blessings, big and small.
I thank you for pondering with me and look forward to meeting you, if not on this earth, then hopefully in our real home together, and maybe, just maybe, we can go exploring to find new spots…a beach, a mountain, a riverbank, a garden, a pond…

Great are the works of the Lord; they are pondered by all who delight in them.
Psalm 111:2
This is the last story from Ponderings From the Pond.  I have not shared all the stories, just a sampling.  But this is not the end of the blog.  The ponderings will continue because the Father continues to speak, bless, and teach and I have discovered the joy of writing it all down. So please continue to come back and visit. I have also joined with a new blogger friend Jenn, and contribute to her Simply Saturday, all things simple from home and nature. I also continue on with my unwrapped gifts list, because I took Ann Voskamps dare to find 1000 blessings. I'd like to issue you that same dare.  It's fun, it's eye opening, it bubbles the pool of joy.  Please leave your comments and ponderings and if you start that list I would love to hear about it and anything else you would like to share. 
May you hear God in your ponderings. 

118.  beauty in pink

119.  kisses
120.  cleansings - my dirty car through the car wash today - my dirty heart years ago throught the blood of   
121.  grandpa's old chair - 60-70+ years old - another one of my places to ponder, pray, read, write
122.  quietness - so quiet I hear the hum of the air purifier - makes me think of 1John 1:9 : "If we confess our sins, He is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness."
123.  brand new book - fresh pages to turn - soon to be dog-eared, I'm sure


Lady Farmer said...

You do me great honor today, new friend, by becoming my 100th follower! Thank You!
Be Blessed!

Anonymous said...

I just love this Kristy! When Mom passed away in 1989, she asked Susan and I if we could see "her". Of course we could not, but she said, "She so beautiful with a flowing white gown." At the time I thought it was the morphine and didn't realize she was at death's door and could see heaven. Later she said she could hear someone calling her home and it sounded like it was over a loud speaker. Death can be beautiful, as ugly as it is. It can be beautiful for the believer because it ushers us into the place made for us. This is a beautiful post and God surely speaks to you and through you. You are a blessed woman because yours eyes are open and you have ears to hear from the Lord. That is my desire as well. Contentment comes from such things. I told Dad when he passed away in August that I'd see him at the gate, and I fully intent to be in my daddy's arms again as well as my Father's. Oh I can hardly wait! What a party it will be. :)