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, March 15, 2011

You Know It’s Time to Go Home From the Hospital When…..

(It was this time last year that I left Kentucky to go to Oklahoma where my mother had just had a couple of surgeries with complications following.  I went to be with her and help out.  After awhile, I just had to write and she helped me with this one...just reliving some memories)

My mother has been in the hospital for fourteen days. She and I have had a lot of sweet moments…holding hands, praying, singing old hymns, playing the alphabet game.  But after many days in the same room you tend to get a little crazy.  We have become hysterical with laughter amongst the pain and complications of a couple of surgeries.  My mother has relived the past two weeks with me and here is what we have decided.

You know it’s time to go home from the hospital when…
1.      you know how many tiles are on the ceiling.

2.      you know how many slats are on the blinds.

3.      everyone on staff starts calling you mom.

4.      you know the whole life story of all your nurses and aides.

5.      the clock battery dies.

6.      you start thinking about how to redecorate your hospital room.

7.      the flowers are all pooped out.

8.      the bed gadgets are not fun anymore.

9.      you decide modesty is not important anymore.

10.  you’ve blown the ball clear to the top of the oxygen blower.

11.  you start looking for pictures in your bruises.

12.  you have memorized the t.v. schedule.

13.  you start making your visitors play the alphabet game with you.

14.  you start making animals out of the rubber gloves.

15.  you start finding bruises you didn’t know you had or where they came from.

16.  you decide it’s more fun to blow into the rubber glove instead of they oxygen machine.

17.  you start pushing the nurse button when you don’t need a nurse…you just want to see how fast they will respond.

18.  you start trying to figure out the musical notes of the beeping on IV machine.

19.  all your neighbors have gone home and a new crop has arrived.

20.  you have exhausted all your routes for your ambulatory exercise.

21.  you start trying to figure how many things you can do with a rubber glove.

We concluded that when circumstances are not the most ideal, having a good attitude, a sense of humor, can bring smiles, joy, and laughter.  Next time you find yourself in the hospital feeling down and blue, grab one of those blue rubber gloves and blow.  The hysterical laughter may hurt but Proverbs says it’s the best medicine.
And if you’re in Tulsa, Oklahoma roaming about, and you see an older lady with blue fingers hanging out of her purse, there’s a pretty good chance that’s my mother...or if you're going down the streets of Tulsa and see a blue glove lingering on the ground, my mother was probably there.

as I reminisce, I count. . .
207.  hearing a new song, Blessings
208.  a new sister with a compassionate heart
209.  being able to stay in jammies when not feeling good
210.  cheerful, yellow daffodils
211.  redbuds blooming
212.  belief
213.  husband who always listens
214.   husband's arm around me in the church pew
215.  husband lacing his fingers through mine while praying at church
216.  new sisters on same journey
217.  memories
218.  encouragement
219.  laughter in unexpected places
220.  mother with a sence of humor...even in her pain
221.  blue rubber gloves


Kelly H. said...

Wonderful post! I work as a CNA at a rehab center....Now I know why the call light is going off and the patient has a silly smile on his face, they are timing us LOL!

Jenn said...

Loved this post! So cute and your continues thankful journal is beautiful!

Lisa Maria said...

Kristin, for me (I've had four c-sections) I was ready to go home after 2 days! Your mom is a real trooper! God blessed her with a great heart.

I hope she has a complete and speedy recovery.

Love & Blessings to her and to you!

Cora from Hidden Riches said...

This just made my day today! Thank you! I thought I was the only one in the world who felt guilty about being bored in a hospital room. You know you have to go there, visit, etc., but after saying "Hi, how are you?" It's pretty much over. And there you sit, doing ALL the things you listed! Your gratitude list was so sweet, and I must say, it was really a blessing to be here this morning!