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 12, 2012

Dance in the Light

My 80 year old mother lives by herself in her home in Oklahoma.  God has blessed her with a wonderful family next door.  A wife, husband and three small boys.  The parents do not speak English well.  My mother learned Spanish over 60 years ago but hasn't used it since. But she is able to say and hear just enough with the mother Maria that they have formed a close relationship over the years.  I think with Maria's mother many, many miles away and cannot see her, she sees my mother as her second one.  I'll share her, it's ok:)

My mother had shared with me how Maria has a plastic flower in a pot that dances when a strong light hits it.  Maria has it in her kitchen window which faces my mothers kitchen window.  My mother looks over there and can see the dancing flower and it gives her that little piece of happiness inside that just makes her smile.  She shared this with Maria.  Some time later, Maria knocked on my mothers door and gave her her own dancing flower.  Now they can look out each other's window and see their friends flower dancing along with their own.

This makes me smile:)  It makes me ponder and picture in my mind how when we let the light of Christ shine down on us, we can't help but dance, some of us literally, and some of us just in our heart, but I bet we all smile. I also ponder about friendships and how special they are.  When we have the light of Christ in our hearts, we want our friends to be happy and one of the best things we can do is pray for them each day, asking the light of Jesus to shine brightly down on them until their heart dances.

My heart goes out to some of my friends right now who need to dance.  And there are days when I need to dance, but the feet are draggin'.  And then later I feel better and lighter and moving in an almost graceful way and more times than not, someone will call or send me a note saying, "I've been praying for you."  I smile and whisper in my mind. . .I know. . .I know. My dear friends, I am praying to the Dance Master for you.

I'm so grateful to serve a mighty, majestic King of Kings God, and how He cares enough to want us to dance. . .and if it takes a plastic flower in a pot in a kitchen window, then that is what He does.  He cares enough about you and me in this great big world full of mess and he brings us to someone's mind that brings them into His presence on our behalf.  He sees, He listens, He cares, He directs, He leads. . .are we following, allowing Him to lead on our behalf?

If you're in the dark, step out onto the dance floor and let the light, His light shine down on you and feel the music of his voice, his love, let it move you, and begin to dance.  He's the best dance partner I know.  Go on, take a spin, twirl and dip and sway to the music. . .are you dancing yet?

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Denise said...

Wonderful writing.

Ro Elliott said...

What a sweet little friendship...and I love the analogy you weaved here...blessings as we Dance with Him~

Floyd said...

The Dance Master... I like that. I need to dance in spirit and body. God deserves my outburst of joy as we rejoice His grace.

Interesting how our posts are inspired by our moms today. Coincidence? Not!

Great post, Kristin.

Vilisi said...

I love how nothing is ever wasted when God is in the picture. Your mum having learnt Spanish in the past is now serving her well in the present.I enjoyed reading this sweet story of friendship. :) Thank you.

A Joyful Noise said...

Your mom has found a special friend even though the language might make it difficult to communicate well. Regardless they have passed that hurdle and it is the little things that bring both of them joy. Thanks for sharing at Tell me a Story. I am having a problem with your capcha, but here goes try #9. The numbers are so dark and difficult to read.

Jenn said...

Beautiful post, Kristin!

Shakin' the Foundation said...

Simply beautiful~

Keep dancing my friend :)

God bless you!

Pamela said...

I love how God leads us to dance. He must smile to see how a plastic plant makes your mother dance. I'm reminded of the many times God uses the simple or crazy things of the world to lighten my heart and help me dance.

Lisa Maria said...

Oh...such a lovely story! You never know when you might be a blessing to someone else...just by having something hanging in your porch or front yard.

Thanks for being one of those praying in the backdrop...you know I'm doing the same for you. Love you friend.