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.



Sunday, July 15, 2012

25 Things I Don't Want You To Know About Me

Did you hurry to this post after reading title? ;)

#1 right off the bat. . .I'm stealing the list idea from someone else.

In the blogging world, it seems like I read a lot about the good stuff. . .which is good. . .it's inspiring and I would like to be inspiring myself.  I read about people homeschooling their little darlings( which I did), exercising (which I did), eating organic foods (which I didn't), having quiet times every single morning( at times yes, and at times no), and on and on and on.  Wouldn't it be great sometimes to just open up the door, (or here it would be the screen) and just be really real?  We all know that none of us are perfect and I'm going to prove that right now by attempting to show you 25 things that I do not want you to know about me ( because we all really want to know those things, don't we?)  and hope by the end you all will still like me. . .here goes!  (Deep breath)

#2.   Sometimes I sleep in during the week
#3.   I sometimes sneak chocolate candy in the night
#4.   My ceiling fans have way more dust than they should have
#5.   Sometimes when my husband is talking to me, I am daydreaming
#6.   I trip all the time. . .over nothing!
#7.   I've let food stay in my fridge until it became unrecognizable
#8.   I still have some clothes in my closet from the 90's
#9.   Sometimes I walk into rooms and don't know why I went there
#10.  I get tired of people sometimes
#11.  I'm not very smart
#12.  I can't read a map
#13.  I talk out loud sometimes. . .when there is no one else around
#14.  I can just sit and ponder and do nothing else
#15.  When I dry and style my hair, I use three different hair brushes
#16.  I like to think I'm not vain, but I think maybe I am
#17.  I don't shave my legs every day
#18.  Sometimes when praying at night, I will fall asleep before finishing
#19.  When my husband snores too loud and long, I go sleep in the other bedroom
#20.  I'm 50 years old and I still get pimples
#21.  I have arugued with God
#22.  I have a prodigal
#23.  Sometimes when you see me smiling, it's a cover up
#24.  I look completely different underneath the make-up
#25.  I can't write (Oh, you may already know that one)

There ya go folks, I'm not perfect.  None of us are.  I'm sure some of you could say is that all, you should see MY list.  Isn't it great that God does not keep a list.  No matter what is on our list of what we wouldn't want people to know, God already does.  And you know what?  He still thinks we believers, His children, are the cat's meow, the flowers in the field, the redeemed, renewed, masterpiece of His work, His beloved child. He loves us just because we are His. 

So what if your legs aren't shaved, if you burp 20 times a day, you stay up too late, you ate one too many bags of candy, your family is not perfect, you don't homeschool, you don't say "Yes" to every request made of you, you fill in the blank.  God sees us believers through His Son Jesus Christ and that can only mean that he sees us as holy as His Son is holy.  When you look in the mirror, don't just see the pimples or the flaws you think you see on the inside.  See yourself as a child of the Most Holy One, dearly loved, worth dying for.  We are beautiful! We've been draped in His love, grace and mercy. We are soaked in His salvation. We are washed by the blood of Jesus Christ and clothed in His righteousness!  We are HIS! Now that all that has been said, forget the list and be free to be who God made you to be.

And please feel free to forget my list too ;)

Now for a more fun kind of list. . .

#1147.  a Savior who doesn't keep lists
1148.  chocolates in  cupboards
1149.  furniture polish to swipe away the dust. . .(eventually)
1150.   food in the fridge. . .(the fresh, edible kind)
1151.  updated (I think) clothes
1152. Hope House. . .a place to take the clothes from closet
1153.  naps. . .so I can like people again
1154.  smart husband who doesn't laugh when I ask dumb questions
1155.  time to just sit and ponder
1156.  pants to hide those unsightly legs
1157.  an extra bedroom when needed
1158.  cream for those dreaded little bumps on the face
1159.  hope and grace and love for the prodigal
1160.  that I'm able to smile when I don't really feel like it
1161.  for the joy in my heart despite what the enemy would throw at me
1162.  make-up for this face of mine
1163.  forgiveness for those times when I mess up
1164.  the security and joy of knowing I am His
1165. knowing it's not about me and ALL about Him
1166. hearing from Him that I don't have to be a writer, just a sharer of my heart in writing and that if anything good comes of it, it is ALL from HIM
1167. courage from my Lord
1168. a brand new day every morning
1169.  knowing there will be a #1170 coming soon

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Amy Sullivan said...

Yes to #10!

No to #'s 11 and 25.

Love lists. Wish most posts were written in list form. Hmmm, what does that say? Short attention span!

Reformed rebel said...

I like your lists. I don't agree that you're not very smart and that you can't write but...it's your list not mine! LOL
I pray you have a good week Kris.

ells said...

oh...#2,11,25...I do know these...but you my friend need to scratch # 25 and yes...yes...#1166. We are all flawed and different...I tell my daughter all time...different is not bad...just different. May we all continue to grow to love as He loves...even ourselves:)

Denise said...

# 18, 19, & 20...check, check, check! hehehe! How fun to share and read 25 things about you Kris.

I would have to agree with the other ladies; your writing is lovely and an inspiration. And I think we all have to remember that we must stay true to our "imperfect" selves so that we don't limit our potential to express the creative and unique individual that God created us to be! :)

Blessings and love,

Vicky said...

Whew- so glad to hear I am not alone in dusty ceiling fans and unshaved legs for a day (or two). And boy do I ponder things as well :) We are all more alike than not! Thanks for sharing your imperfections and reminding us His love is perfect for us even though we are not :)

Deidra said...

Love this and love you! You are such an inspiration. This is a great idea - I just may have to steal it.

Never doubt your impact - God's grace is evident in all you do.

Denise said...

You bless, and encourage.

Lucy McCracken said...

I found you from Acts of Kindness link up! I love your list! I too don't shave my legs every day and will sneak a treat in the middle of the night lol What a great post! I'm so glad I found your blog :)


In blogging it is so easy to present only our best parts. I loved this list. I think God loves our quirky bits, too.

Shelley said...

BLESSED!!! Yep from the very first word ... I'm visiting here from SDG (my first time linking up with them) and your introduction totally blessed me! Love how real you are. And if you don't mind I'm going to steal your post on all the things I don't want you to know ... cos sometimes the world of blog can be a little too perfect and vulnerability feeds the soul.

PS I can't write either but if I can't write as well as you then I'm pretty good at it ...lol

Kristin Bridgman said...

You guys are SO great! Thank you!
And Lucy and Shelley, nice to meet you. I tried leaving a comment at your places and it would not go through. I hope to see you again. Please feel free to e-mail me since I can't get through to you in blog land. Would love to chat with you all:)

Shelley said...

Kristin ... just wanted you to know that your comment came through ... six times lol ... so there must have been a blip in the land of blog. But thanks for your comment also.