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.



Thursday, October 25, 2012

Still Counting While Watching the Horizon

When the silence drags on and on and on and you don't know what's going on. . .on the other side. . .the other side of the horizon, the mind begins to wander from here to there to yonder.  And then in slumber, the mind takes on stories you would rather not see.  It creates fitful nights.  The only blessing in the dark is in the time spent talking with the Lord about these dream stories and the quiet that never seems to end. A mother with circles underneathe the eyes tell of a lost one whose gone down a road she never saw coming and the sadness that never really goes away.

BUT. . .the joy of the Lord does not go away either, Praise God!  Amongst the yearning and missing and hurt is a Savior who loves and redeems and restores. . .in His time.  And a mother who holds the Righteous Right Hand of her Savior can hold on to the days and go on because she puts her trust in Him.  There is no better place for a mother of a prodigal to be than in the palm of His Hand. . .and because the lost one took this Hand at one time, she knows he will not be gone forever. . .for he really is never lost. . .because the Savior has him in His Hand. . .the lost one has maybe just forgotten for a time. He will remember.

And so this tired one goes on to count her blessings, because there really are so many surrounding her, and maybe in the counting, the dream stories will become lighter and the dark circles will fade beneathe the eyes and restoration will be just over the horizon. . .in His time. . .and the mother is ok with that. . .because she trusts, and she is blessed, and she still has joy. . .despite the empty horizon for now.  She goes on living and serving with confidence knowing that no matter what, all will be well, because her hope is in the One she serves, Jesus Christ. And this night she will just whisper, Jesus. . .Jesus. . .Jesus. . .and instead of counting sheep, she will count her blessings. . .

1301. . .my Savior's Hand
1302. . .hope
1303. . .good memories
1304. . .His Word in my heart
1305. . .speaking the name of Jesus
1306. . .silliness shared with 2nd born
1307. . .secure love from husband
1308. . .joy no matter what
1309. . .finally a night with no bad dreams
1310. . .concealer for dark circles
1311. . .free therapy in writing
1312. . .total understanding from my Lord
1313. . .enveloped in His love
1314. . .peace



Vicky said...

All WILL be well :) You're resting where you know is the only place to rest- firmly in His hands. It takes such strength and faith to leave it there Kristen and the depth of your faith shows in your words- in your list- in your heart.

Jedidja said...

Oh, this blog comes right on time. This night I could't sleep. I thought of my lost son (18) We got a call because he did not had come back in the psychiatric institution where he lives. He has often lived on the streets and, lying in bed I thought of him. And felt sad.

Your blog is recognizing for me today. I start the day with a tired head (7:44 here) but encouraged by your blog ;-)

joy said...

Amen! I can relate to you as if It is my heart that you are writing about. You put in words which I couldn't. Bless you Kristin.

Anonymous said...

You are gifted Kris. Please continue on with your beautiful blog. I am a former Vietnam Era Vet with PTSD from a MST. It has been a rough 40 year road but Christ has had his hand on my shoulder every step of the way. Funny how we just simply realize this one day. You spoeak to s many hearts...keep going. :)

kd sullivan said...

I must resume counting...I am determined to begin TODAY!!

Ro Elliott said...

A beautiful, tender post...thanks for sharing and yes...counting blessing instead of sheep...transforms the soul. continued prayers for you and your son...blessings to you my friend~

Denise said...

Praying for you.

Kristin Bridgman said...

Thank you to each and every one of you!
Jedidja and Joy~ you are in my prayers!
John! Thank you for the encouragement! So glad you had that day where you simply realized:)
Ro and Denise! Thank you for the prayers. You guys mean so much to me!
BLessings to you all!