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, August 29, 2012

Tennis Shoes

 This was during my 2nd interview with Greg, homeless at the time one year ago.
We must have looked so different to them, the passerbyers at our downtown square; me, a small middle class white woman, he a big, dark homeless man. I looked down and saw our shoes.
Two souls created by God, both wearing our tennis shoes. I was thinking; Jesus died on the cross for both of.  Jesus loves us both the same.  We both have the freedom to make choices.  In his young life, Greg walked down one path, I walked down the other. 
I didn't know it at this time, but God was going to use these visits to bond the two of us together and form a friendship like none other I have ever had.  It was going to hit me straight in the heart, the good and the bad, the struggles and the laughter. . .the love for a big dark man that I did not see coming.  And later, it hit my husband too, straight in the heart.
5 weeks after meeting Greg, he chose that path I had chosen 38 years ago. Praise God!!! Neither of us ever dreamed he would be gone from this world a year later. 
My husband and I are experiencing that straight in the heart grief that I know will pass with time.  What gets me through it is knowing without a doubt that Greg is walking on streets of gold.
I wonder if he's wearing tennis shoes.
I think not.  He is on Holy Ground with the Savior.  I think his shoes can be retired.
Me, on the other hand, will keep wearing mine and keep walking downtown.  Greg would want me to do just that. 


Anonymous said...

Excellent! ♥♥♥

Betsy Madison said...

Love this, friend!

joy said...

Thanks for this wonderful happy ending story:)

Reformed rebel said...

Another beautiful post Kris. I know Greg can't wait to great you when you arrive!

Blessings friend!

Denise said...

Bless you dear one.