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.



Thursday, February 10, 2011

The Treasure Hunt

If you have been following me, you know I have just finished reading one of the most beautiful books I have ever read, One Thousand Gifts by Ann Voskamp.  She dares you to start a journey of keeping a journal filled with 1000 gifts, blessings, unwrapped gifts from God.  The idea is to learn Eucharisteo, thanksgiving, which I thought I had been good at.  I have thanked God everyday for my family, my home…you know, the usual things and in a way, it can become rote after awhile.  Eucharisteo takes it to a deeper level, making you become more aware of EVERYTHING around you, teaching you to live fully right where you are, and the blessing in this…you become more intimate with the Father.

This morning I opened my favorite devotional at this time…Jesus Calling by Sarah Young.  This devotional speaks to me almost everyday as if the author knew me so personally.  Actually the real author does.  Here is what was spoken to me today from this little gem. . .

Seek my Face more and more.  You are just beginning your journey of intimacy with Me.  It is not an easy road, but it is a delightful and privileged way; a treasure hunt.  I am the Treasure, and Glory of My Presence glistens and shimmers along the way.  Hardships are part of the journey too.  I mete them out ever so carefully, in just the right dosage, with a tenderness you can hardly imagine.  Do not recoil from afflictions, since they are among My most favored gifts.  Trust Me and don’t be afraid, for I am your Strength and Song.

Eucharisteo…my treasure hunt continues. . .

73.  lazy, quiet dogs
74.  my Bible - worn, torn, notes in the margins, highlighted and underlined
75.  homemade bread - torn slowly and savored as I reflect on Jesus' words..."take and eat, this is my
       body." - giving thanks
76.  camera - to frame the moments
77.  floor rugs...
. . .takes me back to childhood days sitting on my grandmothers floor rugs - stringing buttons - a cherished
     time and place

( I'm the smaller one with the sewing box...my big sister in front of me)

78.  devotionals
79.  promises kept
80.  tear drawn, belly laughs
81.  little, bare legs
82.  little, bare toes
83.  the quiet of midnight - not too often heard
84.  beautiful, surprising sights - this early morning as I opened the front door to let our dog Sadie in, I 
       looked across the road to witness deer leaping across the empty, snowy field - breathtaking!
85.  bowed heads
86.  l. van Beethoven's Sonate Pathetique Op. 13
87.  husband and wife together on bended knee by bedside talking with the Father - Psalm 95:6
88.  #2 son hugging me longer than usual because he knew I needed it
89.  seeing the outline of the state of Kentucky on my new pottery cup - remembering the ways that God
       told us this is where we were to go
90.  answers to questions
91.  trusting faith when the answers don't come
92.  souls that share from within
93.  witnessing strength of a warrior
94.  rest - in the shadow of the Almighty
95.  redemption

1 comment:

Kim said...

Everything was fun on Grandma and Grandpa's farm: stringing buttons, playing house in the cold, dark cellar, eating the top crust off of her pies, laying in the hammocks. Staying with them was certainly a special part of our childhood.