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, April 14, 2011

Remind Me Again. . .

(sometimes with all that life throws at us, it's sometimes easy to lose our sence of humor.  I love humor.  I love to laugh.  I didn't laugh much 4 and 5 years ago.  But God healed my heart, and the laughter came back.  More on that later.  All I have to do is look at myself and I can get a good laugh . . .   :)

Remind Me Again

Short term memory…remembering things from not long ago.  Mine is getting worse as I get older and I’m only 49.  It can be a little worrisome.  Just the other day, a friend came up to me at church (this is Sunday) and asked how Wednesday went the week before.  I stared at her with a blank look and asked “What was last Wednesday?” 

She gave me that “Are you crazy?” look and reminded me that I had asked for an important prayer plea for a friend and me.  As soon as she started talking about it, I was like, “Oh yes!”  It seems the more days that go by, the more blank stares I give people which is somewhat disturbing.
            I’ll be getting ready for the day in my bathroom and think about what I need to do in the kitchen.  Before I can even get in there, I forget why I was going.  I turn around to go back into the bathroom and when I get there, I remember what it was I was going to do.  Can you see me repeating, repeating, repeating to myself as I walk back to the kitchen so I won’t forget?  And then there is the time I was talking on the cell phone to my mother and I noticed by the clock I had to leave soon for an appointment.  I always take my phone with me when I leave the house, so I’m searching all over the house and getting frustrated because I cannot find my phone.  I told my mother and she asked what I was talking into?  I caught myself in the mirror and saw a blank stare staring back at me, and then a ridiculous face rolling her eyes.
            Am I not exercising enough? (I do fairly well.)  Am I not eating healthy enough?  (I do eat healthy foods, although I do a chaser of chocolates and other sweet treats after a good meal.)  Am I not sleeping enough?  (We have new mattresses and I am sleeping wonderfully now.)  Could it be…my brain is just aging?
            I always said I hoped I would age gracefully.  I was talking about the old body though, not giving a thought to my brain.  How do you grow old gracefully when you can’t remember what you did last week, or even yesterday?  My first thought is to just use humor and laugh it off.  Those crazy stares I get from people are pretty funny!
            Maybe this is why God told me to write so I could go back over past writings and say, “Oh yes, that was a good day, or that was a good lesson.”  My writing may be for my own memory’s sake.
            My short term memory is something I’m going to start praying about.  If you want to pray for it too, please do!  And if you come up and ask me about it or anything else and I give you one of those blank stares, just pat my arm and say, “It's Ok honey…”
            Now back to my story. . .I did start a story didn’t I. . .what was I thinking about. . .



Jennie Morgan said...

AHAHAHAHAHAHA! I do believe we just talked about this last week and decided we were both in the same boat! The funny thing is I did the SAME thing with my phone! I am SO relieved to know I'm not the only complete idiot whose done that!! Unfortunately, my youngest, Courtney, was witness to my phone frenzy. She and I had were heading home in my car and I got a call. We pulled in the garage and Courtney headed on in the house. I started to get out of the car and reached for my phone in the cup holder, where I always keep it when I'm driving. It wasn't there. I paniced just a bit and searched all through the car, under the seats, in the back..all the while continuing my conversation on my PHONE! I rushed into the house and frantically mouthed to Courtney, "I can't find my phone! Did you pick it up?!!" She looked at me with this, "you've got to be kidding me" kind of look, and that's all it took for me to realize what I had just done! And no...she has never let me live it down! :)

Well, girlfriend, here's to many more years of poor memory and hysterical memories!

Love you! Ok, now wait...who was I writing this to??? (grin)

Kristin Bridgman said...

Hey now! I didn't say I was an idiot! OK...I implied it:) So thankful I'm not alone and so glad we can laugh!!!

Cora from Hidden Riches said...

I'm 63, and I can tell you, it gets a LOT worse. To the point where, when you go to leave a comment on someone's blog, you have to constantly shift back up and reread in order to remember that great thought you wanted to share and why!!!! I have to keep a pen and tablet right here by the computer or else the stunning, great thoughts just fly through and they are gone. What's even worse is when you DO write something that's really great, and a day later you go back and say, "Did I REALLY write that????" Now I understand why we are to teach CHILDREN in the way they should go ---- not OLDIES like us --- because they will remember the stuff from childhood. Us??? you can tell me how to get around the block, and I probably won't make it home!

Lisa said...

Oh my, I can so relate! I've done the exact thing with my cell phone. :)

Lisa said...

This was so fun! Not that I think losing one's memory is fun. ; ) I'm a tad younger than you, and I've done some of those same things.

So, I'm not the only one who chases meals with chocolate, huh? Nice to know!

Lisa Maria said...

How I can relate to this post Kristin! Okay, so you guys are saying I have all this more to look forward to? What's going to happen to me then? I'm doing all this already and I'm 43 (including the scrolling back up the post thing Cora)!

I call my children to tell them something and then forget what I wanted to say to them.. and I have done that cellphone thing complete with teens rolling their eyes enough times that I'm ashamed to say.

Here's a theory.. its not age.. maybe its the cellphones frying our brains? ;-) Tell you what.. dark chocolate is good for you. Let's console ourselves with some of that!

I'll definitely be praying with you for this one! Thank you for the laugh today. (Now you have 3 Lisas commenting in a row)

Love & Blessings

Kristin Bridgman said...

I'm for consoling myself with chocolate:)
And THREE Lisa's. . .I hope I can keep you all straight in my mind! :)

Martha said...

It's not the cell phones frying the brain. I don't have one and I still do stuff like this, though I can't remember any specific incident at the moment. Some days I'm afraid I'm repeating myself as often as my mother does. (And I don't even have a cell phone... Did I say that already?)

Maryellen said...

Too funny, too true! I resemble those remarks as well! I love your posts!