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.



Monday, December 5, 2011

A Percolator and a Tree

A small act of kindness, a small gift, maybe a seed planted? 

 A perculator, coffee and creamer delivered to underneath a bridge. . ."Merry Christmas" is heard in the cold, windy air. . .Smiles.

Sweet college girl talks about horses with the black ashened face of the homeless woman who used to work with thoroughbreds.  Beneath the black ashes on the white face, was beauty.  But she would not let it be photographed.  She was told she was beautiful.  She points to her once broken nose and fingers and blackened hands from the fire's ashes.  She only saw the brokeness and dirt.  I saw more.  She will be told again.

A pine tree growing at the edge of the bridge, pointed out, saying it looked like a Christmas tree.  They think about it. . .Christmas. . .but nothing to hang on that tree.

Next week-end, another gift.  A surprise. 

Garland and tinsel and balls for a lonely tree by the bridge, for lonely people. More smiles in the making?  Another seed planted?  Hope settles in a smile coming across the face as thoughts of giving come to mind. . .not so much store bought giving, but giving from the heart. 

When they look at their new Christmas tree, will they see Christmas?  I hope they see it in more than just the tree.  Such an easy, simple thing to do. . .results could be priceless and out of this world.  Worth it?  I think so.  We'll see. . .stay tuned.
P.S. Please pray for good weather!

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Grace said...

Yes, praying. I had the joy of meeting a need of a lady who did not have enough to pay for medicine this past Friday. So often, many hesitate giving cash. Much from one who has little, but when the Holy Spirit prompts, we must obey, and let Him take care of everything else. I too am praying for good weather...there are just so many in need of warmth. Much love, Kris!

Kristin Bridgman said...

Bless your heart Grace for going with the prompting. It's those little moments that are so grand!
Much love to you too!

Lisa said...

Giving from the heart - what a beautiful gift, Kristin! Thank you for being God's hands and feet, and thank you for encouraging us to do the same.

Lisa Maria said...

Oh Kristin.. I too am praying for them to have warmth this season... not just from the harsh cold but the warmth of the love of God in their hearts. Looks like your seeds are sprouting just fine...Jesus is smiling...I'm sure of it!

Love & Hugs

Anonymous said...

I left a message on a phone this past weekend I thought was yours. Did Greg get some end tables and coffee table? If not would love to give him mine. They are old. Let me know. Linda S.

Kristin Bridgman said...

Hey Linda,
No phone message. Greg has end tables and no room for coffee table. His room is very small. Thank you for thinking of him. E-mail me at Krbrid@aol.com and I'll give you phone number.

Reformed rebel said...

Giving from the heart. That's the best kind! You bless me Kristin every time I read your post!
God bless you...Chelle

Jedidja said...

I hope for warm hearts, and great gifts for homeless people who have no hope in this world. When I read your blog, I get a sense of respect for you.

If it's too cold here in the Netherlands, the homeless of the street taken by the authorities and brought to special shelters. Is that in your area too?

Anonymous said...

I can't wait to find out how it goes...please keep us informed.

Jenn said...

wow.. this totally blessed my heart! glory! what a sweet post!

Nancy said...

Intrigued. Anxious to see what God does through your simple acts of kindness.

Jen said...

I'm praying that they see the sweet face of Jesus in the tree, in the kindness, in the coffee, in the love...