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, January 7, 2012

Do You Think He Wore Slippers?

Last year on January 1, I fell out of my attic landing on the cement garage floor smashing my arm and wrist.  I wrote this post from that experience.  Remembering back as I have had several friends falling lately.  And, I had to face those stairs once again as I put the Christmas decorations up.

*wrote this January of 2010*
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall
All the king’s horses and all the king’s men
Could not put Humpty Dumpty back together again.

Poor thing!  Do you think he was wearing slippers?

This silly woman in her slippers had a great fall from the attic stairs
She fell over backwards and was about to split hairs
But she stuck out her arm and smashed all her bones
Oh my goodness, you never heard such moans!

Thank goodness I didn’t have king’s horses and king’s men
I had Greenview nurses and wonderful doctor men
They are the ones who put me back together again.
For now I am living on pain pills and prayers
And the goodness of people who don’t put on airs.
The flowers, so pretty, so good is the food
All of this is elevating my pitiful mood.

I’m sorry for the poor fella who cracked himself up
He probably split his yolk
He should have yelled out to Jesus like I did
That’s no joke

I’ve learned in the good times and bad, the scary and sad
All you need to whimper is the name of our Savior
Don’t you know it makes Him glad that you thought of Him first
And it makes me thankful that He never will waver.

It is time to end this little ditty
I hope you found it somewhat witty

Remember, I wrote this under the influence of drugs
But do not worry, they came from Walgreens
Not the street corner thugs.

I wonder if Jesus ever wore slippers; probably sandals.  Whatever His foot covering, I know He never slipped.  He was surefooted in everything He said and did because He walked so closely with the Father.  I’m sure a lot of us slip here and there in life, whether it be in tongue or thought, or whatever misfortunate thing we let out of control. 

It is a comfort to know the One I follow is surefooted and I can always count on Him to catch me when I fall whether literally or metaphorically and carry me when I need those strong arms underneath me.  Yes, I fell off the stairs, but I believe he carried me to my arm because I was headed to the garage floor with my head. 
I could have been a goner but He said “not yet.”  Instead He has given me a time of rest blessing me more than I could have imagined.  New friendships are forming, older ones are deepening.  January 1st, I would have said having a mangled wrist and arm was no blessing, but God, once again has brought good from something that seemed so bad.  So I will try not to complain too much, for the blessings far outweigh the pain.  The devil might have laughed that January night, but God is getting all the glory for this story!

As for Humpty Dumpty and me…I think we should stay off of high places and keep our feet on the ground.

(I smile as I get up my courage and face those stairs once again.  With God,  all things are possible. Remember that my sweet friends who have tumbled yourselves lately.  With Him we can get through the doctor visits, casts, pain and physical therapy :)


Craig said...

and I can't count the times that I slipped, fell from my high wall, and He put me back together. No horses, no men, just God. I hearted your little poem, drug-induced as it was :-) and I'm glad our Lord is surefooted too, still, just be careful up high, okay? God bless and keep you Kristin!

Reformed rebel said...

Great post Kris. Even though I have fallen many times HE is always there to pick me up and put me back together again. You should write little ditties more often!

God bless...Chelle

Anonymous said...

Okay, as one who writes poetry, of course, I LOVED your poem! You did a great job describing how you felt on those "Walgreen drugs," ha, ha! :)

But seriously, I was not aware that you feel last year at this time. That must have been scary! I am grateful that the Lord spared you from falling into the garage. Where would I be without your encouraging blog posts? :)


-M. Wildflower

Jedidja said...

Great! I read your blog with a tear and a smile. Thank you.

Erin said...

Don't you know that God loves it when we can manage to go through pain with a sense of humor. You're right, He just waits for us to call on Him. I didn't know you fell last year, Kristin. I hope you are all healed up!

Lisa Maria said...

Oh I just knew you had a poet's heart! I wish I'd known you back then. You continue to amaze me with new depths. Loved this...love you.

(I do not wear slippers or shoes on my stairs anymore...I took a couple falls that way myself) Be careful!

Kristin Bridgman said...

Thanks everyone! I've tried to write poems and little ditties since and just can't seem to do it. It must have been the drugs! LOL :)