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.



Tuesday, September 4, 2012

OH BABY, What time is it? Part 2

I was late for something recently. It was beyond my control. It caused a roller coaster of emotions in me for just a short time. . first shock, fear, uneasiness. Next came just a touch of giddiness and laughter, then back to fear. 

I started having visions in my head of things pink and blue. I even dreamed of a big, purple dinosaur. I kept picturing a little old gray haired bun on top of her head lady pushing a carriage through a park with some old man in a wheel chair following behind. I started to ask questions like, “God, are you kidding?!”, and “You can’t be serious!” and "You do remember how old I am, right?"  I prayed for it to come back but it was just getting later and later. I couldn’t stand it any longer. I took a test. I was promised results in three minutes. Not knowing whether to laugh or cry, I just sat down with my eyes closed and waited, praying for God’s will to be done. The results. . .negative. I still didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. My heart sank for just a brief moment, but then breathed a sigh of relief. My husband and I are too old for a positive and yet I remembered Sarah in the Bible being given a positive and she laughed. But that was a promise from God. I never heard this for myself for this time in my life. Ultimately, this was the Lord’s decision and I would have accepted a positive with open arms. I will also accept this negative result which is not really negative because this was not the plan. 

God’s timing and His ways are always best and I have seen this my entire life. Why did I fear then? For just a moment I let the enemy whisper in my ear, “You’re too old, you’re too weak, “You had a  prodigal, you’ll have another.” But I quickly shut him up, flicked him off my shoulder and shouted, “My Lord loves me, He is my provider always, He is my helper, I can do ALL things through Christ my Lord”. . .then I squished him! 

There may not be shades of blue and pink in my future, (unless my sons provide that), but I have two sons I adore and one awesome, loving, devoted husband. If the one late never returns, that’s ok. I’ll be entering a new phase of life created by God and I will enter it rejoicing that I get to experience even more on this Earth with the love of my life. That wheel chair might actually be in my future and I will gladly and lovingly push it whether I’m in it or behind it. Because God will be there giving me the strength.

In the game of life, are you running late or are you just on time. Are you forging ahead in life making decisions without consulting the time giver? Are you trusting Him and his perfect time table? Think about Psalm 31:15… “My times are in Your hands”. Can you honestly say that?
I was away from my mother for nine years. Prayers kept going up for the two of us to come together. God kept saying, “Not yet, wait”. When the time was right, it happened. And it was perfect. Why did it take nine years? We don’t know. We can speculate but ultimately, what is important is God was always watching and when He saw the players in place, He said, “Now.” That was over 27 years ago and these have been the best years of my life with her. Of course! God knows what He is doing. If it had happened any sooner, it could have been a disaster. Instead, it was a beautiful, perfect thing. Was He late? No, He was right on time. 

Someone near and dear to my heart became lost. I learned to trust God and His timing. Yes, sometimes impatience would hit me, and when it did I would start praising my Savior for all He has done and will do. Another reconciliation began at a pond and I see God working. I relax leaving all things in His care. He has promised to never leave or forsake me and you can hang onto that promise too!
I think what I am late for is not going to return. But I know this. . .God will always be on time and in the meantime. . .life goes on.

OH, Baby, what time is it? It’s time for whatever God has in store for me and for you. Trust, accept, and appreciate His perfect timing.

“There is a time for everything”
Psalm 3:1

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Nylse said...

what a fright! (and I think you may have a couple of years on me).
Anyhow, I'm seriously learning about acceptance at this stage of my life.
thanks for your prayers, and your lovely blog.

joy said...

A post that was both funny and touching. I think I will thinlk the same if it was me:)

Jennie Morgan said...

HAHAHAHAHA! I had this same scare a few years and my first thought was the same....."You CAN'T be serious!!???" But thankfully, He wasn't and I am still an empty nester....in that next phase of life and enjoying every minute of it! Thanks for the laugh! And welcome to my world! :)

A Joyful Noise said...

I enjoyed the way you wove into your story about being late - at first I thought it was for an appointment -- duh, then I realized that you were not sure what God might be planning in your life. - - He knows all about it and he also know about those who are "enjoying" their own way. The end of the story is not yet, so don't give up on anyone. God's timing is not always ours.

caryjo said...

So true. He is the one we can rely on and Who will always give us a "Yay" or "Nay" when it comes to seeing certain people at certain times. He is so faithful and kind to us as we turn to Him.


Denise said...

Very true, bless you.

Sharon Evans said...

What a wonderful post, I think sometimes God has a sense of humour though the frights he puts us through. You are a wonderful writer. Thank you for visiting me and leaving your encouraging thoughts on writing. Bless you.

Thoughts for the day said...

I remember those pre menopausal moments ...
Now I know I can't ever, having surgery in 2000, The best decision of my life. The best... EVER.
The surgery was very rough but I have felt good and normal ever sense I had it.
Timing is good and true.

Lisa Maria said...

Oh my sweet friend...you KNOW that I know what you felt right? Beautifully written, with such wit! (I had a similar image myself..wondering how I'd cope with a teenager heading into my 60's) And yes... His timing is perfect in ALL things. Why do we fear? An excellent point. Praying for us both to trust Him implicitly.

Love & Hugs from over the seas!