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, March 12, 2011

Birthdays, Mirrors, and Eucharisteo

Simply Saturday thoughts
Today is my birthday.  Today I begin the last year of my fourth decade.  Today I look in the mirror and see gray hairs trying to spring every which way, (should I color?) and wrinkles etching deeper and deeper (face lift?).  Someone tries to whisper in my ear – “You’re getting old, your knees creak, your back hurts all the time, your get up and go doesn’t get up as fast as it use to.”  This could discourage me, but it doesn’t.  I have been given joy and I know the secret to keeping it now. (actually, it was never a secret)…  Eucharisteo…thanksgiving.  You already know this?  Follow me…it goes deeper than where a lot of folks take it.

If you’re following my blog, you know I am keeping a journal,   
 recording the unwrapped treasures God has placed in my days, until I reach 1000. ( I have a feeling though, at the end of this, I will be starting a new journal starting with #1001).  Ann Voskamp says in her new book, one thousand gifts :

     Dare to live fully right where you are, opening the hand to receive the moments.

    Gratitude bestows reverence, allowing us to encounter everyday epiphanies, those transcendent moments of awe that change forever how we experience life and the world.

   Naming offers the gift of recognition, the naming of moments is truly a holy work.

  When I give thanks for the seemingly microscopic, I make a place for God to grow within me. This makes me full, and I “magnify Him with thanksgiving” (Psalm 69:30)

  Is eucharisteo (thanksgiving) opening the eyes wider, the heart deeper?  Is this paradox, that giving thanks for what is, creates an appetite for more, not for more things, but for seeking more of God to give more glory?  Looking is love.

I believe this journey began at the pond, but I did not know the word eucharisteo, to place my finger on.  The lesson was put in me though. God had shown me that I could see him in everything out at the pond and taught me things and reminded me of things through the water, rocks, hearts in trees, the animals, hidden things behind tall grasses, etc.  I came home and began writing, which has been such a blessing to me.  And now, I am keeping a journal, looking deeper and not having to search hard at all to see more of God, to give glory to Him more often.  This brings me joy! Yes, He helped me find the joy again.  My circumstances had not changed, but He brought me back.  The secret is in the thanksgiving, the giving honor to Him no matter what, in the big and in the small, in the happy and in the sad, in the scary and frustrating.  In all, I give Him glory and honor.  The enemy cannot hurt me. The joy cannot leave.  This is deepening my 36 year relationship with this Savior of mine even more. 

I look back in the mirror.  I smile.  I shun the hissing voice with a wave of my hand.
Proverbs 16:31 comes to mind…(a gift from God)…”Gray hair is a crown of splendor, it is attained by a righteous life.”  He continues to tell me that in my old age I am not to be despised, I should have honor and respect, wisdom, strength, youth renewed like the eagles, and will flourish in His courts.  WOW!

Ok…my belt buckle won’t buckle like it used to and my knees do buckle, but I have so much to look forward to.  I spray that ornery gray hair down, dab my lips, give a “thank you from the bottom of my heart”, and I’m outta there to find my journal.  Oh yes, just a thought. . .if we attain that crown of splendor by a righteous life, then my husband must be very righteous, what do you think? 

Since my youth, O God, you have taught me, and to this day I declare your marvelous deeds.
Psalm 71:17
(EVERYTHING about this day is BEAUTIFUL!)

Time with the Lord in front of a mirror
My gray haired husband loving me gray headed or not
Heating pad (for those achy muscles)
Baby doll tops (so you don’t have to wear a belt)
Erase (for you guys, go ask your wife what this is)
night time renewing cream
Renewed spirits
Unquenchable joy
Another birthday to celebrate and breathe
The number 49…it really is a good and beautiful number

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Amanda said...

Yes, the number 49 really is a beautiful number:)

Such a sweet post;)

Jenn said...

Happy Birthday to You! Each birthday for me is such a blessing, because I when I was 24 I almost didn't have any more. I'm lifting my heart in thanksgiving with you today! Praise God for another year to live for Him!

Lisa said...

Happy Birthday! I really appreciated this post and the thoughts on thanksgiving.

Jennie Morgan said...

Aw, such a sweet way to spend this birthday! I'm glad the day was a special day and that every day has become a special gift of thanksgiving! You are a blessing! Happy birthday again!

Lisa Maria said...

Happy Birthday and all God's blessings to you! My daughters are constantly trying to pluck out my grey hairs.. I tell them I've earned each one! As for your husband.. indeed he has a gorgeous head of hair, mine is going bald at the front and top (wonder what that means about his crown of righteousness lol!)

Blessings to you!