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, August 25, 2012

Man and Beast

Some people do not like squirrels, and that's ok.  But for one man they were a blessing.  How can a squirrel be a blessing, you may ask?  For one who lived in a storage shed, not much breathing space inside, extremely uncomfortable and lonely, it was refreshing for him to get out and go to our downtown park to feel the breeze and breathe in fresh air.  He would go early in the morning before many people came into work.  It would be just him and the squirrels.  He would always have a granola bar or a bag of potato chips and he would feed these squirrels.

They got a salty breakfast and he got friendship and companionship from them.  He told me that when people did start coming into town, they would walk past him and not even acknowledge he was there.  He told me he could be a bug and they would just step on him in passing.

 Greg was lonely and hurting and the squirrels gave him something he needed that he had not been getting from people at the time.  Greg was homeless and the squirrels didn't care. 

One day while he and I were on the bench downtown, I was telling him about a book I had read and the challenge the author put out there to list 1000 blessings.  I told him about the concept of when we recognize the blessings, we draw in closer to God, the giver of the gifts.  Greg got excited and said even he could do that.  I asked him to name some and right off the bat without even thinking he said, "The squirrels".  I smiled and asked "How are they a blessing?"

Greg replied, "You know, I haven't lived a very good life and I'm sorry for that and I just want to be able to give back, but I can't do anything.  I don't know how.  But I can feed the squirrels.  That's a good thing, right?"  Again, I smiled, with tears stinging behind my eyes, and said, "Yes, that's a very good thing!" 

Later, after going home, I kept thinking about Greg and the squirrels.  Man did not want much to do with him, but the squirrels came to him all the time and Greg got joy out of feeding them.  They made him smile.  After awhile, Greg wanted me to feed them.  I was scared of them at first.  But he kept telling me how to hold the chip and not flinch when the little furry guy would come up. After many tries, the squirrel finally got my chip and Greg and I hollored, "YEAH!"  I think Greg was  tickled that he taught me something.  Greg taught me much!  And I will be trying to put it into words as time goes on.

Squirrels and blessings. . .only from God!

eating Greg's potato chip
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Cathy said...

A truly good story and big lesson! Thanks for sharing~ ♥

Denise said...

Precious lesson.

caryjo said...

We have a few squirrels in our yard and I always laugh when I see them and the birds chasing each other and hollering. In such a urban area, small yards, it wouldn't seem to be so active, but it is. They make me grin. I'm so glad you came to love them, too. And that you touched Greg's heart. He needed that. You are the Lord's seed-planter for him.

A Joyful Noise said...

That was amazing, Greg getting so much delight in teaching you to feed a squirrel. And you teaching him how to count his blessing up to 1000. Thank you for sharing at Tell Me a Story.