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, December 6, 2011

These Hands, These Feet

These precious hands.  What do you see?  I see hardship and survival.
These feet have taken her many miles.
These hands have held a baby of hers at 13. 
These hands worked hard to take care of her daughter.
These hands have worked horses, even thoroughbreds.
These hands were raised to protect herself when her father hit her on the head with metal spikes.
These hands took care of her mother and father when they could not take care of themselves.
After 40 something years, these hands were thrown up in the air and these feet walked away after having all she could take.
She got into her small truck and said Lord, take me where you will.  The truck broke down in our town of Bowling Green.
Her stay at the Salvation Army was up.
She now stays under the bridge.
Do you want to judge her?
Not until you've walked in her shoes.
These feet walked into the hospital and she heard the diagnosis of Chrone's Disease.  She cannot buy the medicine.  The feet walked back to the bridge empty handed.
These hands are blackened by the ashes from the fire built to stay warm and make coffee. 
Blackened ashes cover her face, a face that held beauty.
She was told so, but all she could do was point to her once broken nose and once broken fingers.
She saw dirt and brokeness.  I saw a beautiful face beneath it all.
And God sees our beauty beneath the dirt and brokeness and offers his red blood to make us white as snow.
I see survival in these hands.  I see strength in these feet.
Does God see himself in her heart?
She says yes.
Only she and the Lord know this.
I pray for these hands to fold in prayer.  I pray for these hands to lift up to Him in glory and honor.
I pray healing for these hands in whatever way she needs.
I pray for complete healing in the heart.
I pray for the gift from the manger to be truely inside of this homeless woman so that one day she will be truely at home with the Lord, the Savior, the gift from the manger, homeless no more.


ells said...

oh Kristin...beautifully powerful...always touches my heart...
Blessings to you...

Pamela said...

How God must joy in the heart you have for the homeless. Written so beautifully and poignant. I'm searching my heart for a portion of the love you possess. I'll be praying for God to fill it.

lynnmosher said...

Kristin, what a beautiful and tender heart you have! May it overflow ever more to the homeless that they may know the love of the Lord you share with them. Bless you!

Reformed rebel said...

Oh Kristin, this is beautifully written and so sad. I pray that the Lord will open her eyes to see the love of Jesus that shines through you! May she find his love and peace for her soul this Christmas season!
Blessings to you...Chelle

Shanda said...

My heart hurt as I read this. We took in a homeless man for three months but had to let him go. It broke my husbands heart and he cried like a baby but the man had begun to turn against us. I love this prayer because i know that one day, our friend will be homeless no more! thank you

Renee said...

Beautiful! May God open her eyes to His tender mercy . . . I found your blog through a blog hop and am so glad I stopped in! Blessings!

Maryellen said...

Kris, God has blessed you with "sight" to see what He sees and the ability to express yourself so beautifully in bringing those stories to the world. You have already blessed so many as you serve and minister and they can then truly "see" and feel God's love in action. May God continue to bless you and your efforts! Love you!

Jen said...

It is so heartbreaking to see so much hurt and so much need and so much brokenness and loneliness. Thank you for your ministry to those in need. I pray that I too will be faithful to love as He loves and to follow where He leads to be a blessing to those in need.

In Christ's love and may God richly bless you in your ministry,


Kristin Bridgman said...

Thank you girls for your sweet words. It is a sad story and yet joyous to share His love. This lady is sweet and smiles wonderfully as she talks with me. I wonder if I could be as strong as her if I lived in her conditions? Friends and I will get to share even more love this Saturday as we go decorate a live tree growing at the bridge for these people. I think they will be surprised! Stay tuned for how that turns out:)

Lisa Maria said...

God is truly glorified in your compassionate heart my friend. You are blessed to have the opportunity to see them with His eyes. I pray for this woman..for her health, her safety and salvation. I know that God is using you to plant seeds and I pray that her story goes as well as Greg's.

Can't wait to hear how that tree decorating turns out...I bet there'll be lots of comfort and joy spread.:-)

Love & Hugs