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.



Wednesday, March 28, 2012

On Holy Ground

This blog of mine started because of my time out at the pond that you see above.  You can read about it some in the introduction at the top of my blog. Six years ago, I fell into a pretty bad depression because of having a prodigal son.  God began to heal this broken heart in many ways, one was His presence at the pond.  He met me there everytime where I cried, I read His Word, I talked with Him, I pondered.  The pond and it's surroundings became a holy ground for me.  God is always with me, wherever I am I can call out to Him.  But the pond during that time was like a special place for me to go to meet Him for communion,  for those healing moments that I was needing.  He was so faithful to meet me everytime!

The land the pond is on has been sold to someone who is going to change it up some, bring cattle in at some point.  The pond and the surroundings have already changed some.  After healing took place, I didn't go out there as I became busy getting out into the world wanting to share His love with others. When I became weary after time spent with the homeless, I needed refreshment.  And God brought that refreshement to me in many ways.  But I needed to go stand on that familiar piece of holy ground.  And God is still there.  He met me.  I breathed in deeply that good ol' country air, I breathed in deeply the presence of my Savior, I breathed in renewed life that only He can give. 

Tears ran down my face.  This time they were good tears, tears of gratefulness, tears of renewal, tears of love for my Lord and His faithfulness to me, His grace, His forgiveness, His everything!

I know that He is always with us, He never leaves or forsakes us.  But there is just something special about having that little piece of holy ground shared between you and Him.  Do you have a piece of ground like that?  It doesn't have to be actual "ground".  It can be a certain chair in your home, or a place in your back yard, on the deck or patio, or in a closet.  I have one of those too.

 I just got back from an overnight secret renezvous my husband swept me away on.  I found myself  standing on another piece of ground looking out over water.  It was so peaceful.  There is just something about looking out at the water to bring my thoughts to the Living Water.  And that is always a refreshing moment, a moment, that last little bit I was needing and through my sweet husband and my sweet Lord, I received it. I'm ready to get back to writing my book.

I'd like to share a song with you.  It is sung by Sarah, a young lady I met in the blogging world.  She suffered with a dibilitating disease for a long time, suffering with pain on a daily basis, she was homebound, but her motto was "choose joy".  She exuberated joy because she was constantly on her holy ground with her Lord who she loved with all her heart.  She went to be with Him last fall.  Talk about standing on Holy Ground!

Please close your eyes and enjoy listening to Sarah sing On Holy Ground. . . I'll be picturing my pond:)  What do you picture?

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Jennie Morgan said...

My holy ground is a ridge just on the edge of Cody, Wyoming. I would ride my bike to the bottom of this ridge, climb for about 7 minutes to the top of the ridge, and settle on a big flat rock made just for such things. I had a panoramic view of the mountains and breathtaking scenery below. I truly was my "sanctuary". I would read my Bible, journal, and sing hymns and worship songs. I always feel closer to God in the mountains even though, as you said, He's always right here with me. I still go visit that ridge most every summer when I return to Cody for my annual visit. Still takes my breath away.

Cora from Hidden Riches said...

Kristin, as I listened to Sara singing that song, I could just see her standing before the Throne, On Holy Ground! She had such an impact on so many, didn't she? Thank you for that!

I have a place in the woods. There is a cement bench there, a bin to keep a book or two and some bird feed, and of course, a bird feeder hanging near. And whenever I need a quiet place, that's where I go.

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Shari said...

This was such a peaceful post for me. Thank you for sharing.

Vicky said...

I'm so glad you had such a special place to go to! I don't have a designated special place, but rather feel his presence in so many places- definitely in nature.

Water is such a rejuvenating and cleansing thing for me- I always gravitate to an open source of water.

I've been flooded with thoughts and images of Sara these past couple of weeks and in some ways her daily conversations with me were "holy ground," to me :)

Blessings to you Kristin!