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.



Monday, November 5, 2012

$4. 15 a Day!

I may be venting just a little here at my place right now. If it sounds that way, please forgive me!

I read where the average SNAP (known as food stamps until 2008) allocation per adult in the U.S. is $4.15 a day.  Think about when you go out to lunch or dinner, how much do you spend on your meal, just for yourself.  And think about what you spend if you're paying for your family.  I know, we do it too.

But my mind goes to my friends out there on the streets.  Many of them eat because of SNAP.  Do you think they feel hunger pains?  Do you think they get to have treats like we give ourselves?  If they do have the treats, then they are not getting a good meal.  And a good meal for them would be a bologne sandwich and maybe an apple.  This doesn't sound too bad, but if that's all you got to eat, how would you feel?  Would you get cranky over time?  Would you start to feel bad physically?  Would you be prone to falling into depression?  I know I would just start to really crave a good juicy steak, potato, salad, and bread and tea after awhile!

But the people I befriend out there do not complain.  I have heard a few complaints about the food at the one shelter in town but other than that, no complaints.  I hear people who have MUCH complain about such silly things, things that do not hurt their comfort, and yet complain, complain, complain.  And then I hear ones who complain about the ones out on the street. . . "if they would just get up and get a job, they wouldn't have it so hard". . .if they would just and on and on and on.

I would like to challenge those abundant complainers to walk in the others shoes for one week and see how they feel. With no shelter, little food, feeling unloved, everything we take for granted stripped away. On top of that, imagine if you had been beaten the years you grew up by people who should have loved you, raped by men who thought only of themselves, parents who thought more about there booze than their child, or parents who didn't even care for you and left you in the foster care system, taking your chances on who got you, having to drop out of school, never graduating because your parents needed you to make money, or you needed money because they weren't taking care of you.  Your self esteem might just be stripped down to the bare bones.  If you had a sence of humor, it just might have fled. If you were considered friendly, you just might change after awhile in these conditions. They pay a pretty high cost for their upbringing.

And yet, these people are resilient.  Some have kept their sense of humor in spite of the former beatings and rapes and other abuses.  They have a toughness about them and a fighting spirit that keeps them going.  Yes, some fell into addictions.  They fell into something they thought would take them away from it all.  Most of them now, after years of this kind of abuse, have gotten away from that or are trying to. If you ask them, how do you do it, more times than not, they will tell you Jesus or point up to Him and smile.  Jesus paid the ultimate cost.  Some of them are starting to believe this. Some who believed as a child and ran away are coming back.  Some still need time. They all need love. And they all go on eating on $4.15 a day and they all still smile at me when I come around and give me hugs. And yes, they walk miles each day looking for work. For the ones who aren't sick, they do get up. Someone has to hire them!

Could you live for months, years on $4.15 a day?  Some of them don't even have this because they do not qualify for one reason or another. For those who point the invisible finger, please put it down and put yourself in their threadbare shoes and shoes that don't fit, and try it.

Next time you go out for a meal, give thanks, and then please, pray for the homeless and hungry. And if you would like to take it a step further, please donate food to the food banks in your community.  In ours, two of those places would be HOTEL, INC. and Hope House. A little compassion goes a long way.

Thank you!
When I was hungry, you gave me food. . .
Matthew 25:35

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Prowess and Pearls said...

Hi Kristen! Stopping by via "She Stands" by way of my blog "Prowess and Pearls". Thank you so much for your blog! We must never forget those who are less fortunate! Thank you for making us all aware! It breaks my heart that we go about doing "our lives", complaining about the most mundane things, walking past those who have absolutely nothing, but they still manage to show thanks for what little is given to them. May we all be convicted to do the right thing! Thanks for sharing! :-)

joy said...

Awakening post and everybody needs to be reminded. Thanks for being the voice!
Being experienced hardship in life,I too do what I can to help those that God are sending into my path.
Bless your heart

Reformed rebel said...

Well said Kristen! The homeless in your community are so blessed to have you there. It's good that you put the word out as to what it's really like out there and what the people are really like. Most are precious. That reminds me of a song we sang when I was a kid. "Jesus loves the little children. All the children of the world. Red and yellow black and white, they are precious in His sight. Jesus loves the little children of the world." I believe we are all HIS children and all precious to HIM! Jesus loves the homeless as much as He loves us.

Keep on blessing the precious ones out there!!


Denise said...

Amen, amen. Thanks for this post.

Grandma Becky said...

Good thoughts and thanks for telling how you feel. It's hard on the street people and we can at least be kind to them when we encounter them. Jesus loves them as well! Hugs!

Jedidja said...

Thanks you for writing this.

Kandy said...

A beautiful story. Thanks for sharing. So nice to see things from a 3 year-old's perspective. Very heartwarming!