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.



Friday, November 2, 2012

J, Rooster, Spoons

Our town has quite a ham in it. . .he is called by many names. . .J, Rooster, Spoons.  He is not homeless but he is in extreme poverty.  He rides his bicycle to our Homeless Outreach Ministry at the bridge every Tuesday evening and talks in his loud voice to all who will listen.  He said his home was cold and asked for some blankets.  I gave him some.  He asked for some gloves.  We only had one pair and I told him I would like to save those for one who has to sleep out in the cold weather. He understood. If he needs a pair next week, he will have one.  He asked my husband and I to buy him a pack of cigarrettes.  We said no, only because we didn't want to get into that realm of others expecting us to buy them something because we did for J, although the homeless in 3 1/2 years, have never asked me for anything.

Some don't like that I give rooster a couple of blankets.  They think he might go sell them for his cigarrettes.  That is not known.  It could be true.  It could be false.  At this point, I don't care.  I gave him a couple of blankets, so there won't be any need to give him anymore.
Jack comes across as a happy fellow.  Some think he is full of crap.  Again, he may be. I don't know.  What I do know when I look at Spoons, is a man who lives in poverty, a man who seems to have lived a hard life, for whatever reason.  The reasons do not matter to me. I see a man who tears up when he tells me about his brother, who has all kinds of problems.  He goes on and on about the brother as if he is disgusted, but you can tell there is love there. I see a man who smiles so big I think his mouth is going to crack when he tells me about someone listening to him playing the spoons.  I see a man who needs love, unconditional love, a man who needs to be accepted, a man who wants to know that he counts for something in this world.  Does that not describe most of us, if not all?

Jesus came into this world to love the unlovables, the dirty, the sinful, the ruffians. . .people.  I believe a lot of people look at J. and ignore him, walk on by not giving him the time of day.  I like J. He makes me laugh, he makes my heart sigh with sorrow, he makes me just want to like him.  My husband likes him to. And if we turn away, he won't see Jesus in us.  And Jesus is who He needs, and it's through people who won't turn away where he will see.  That is worth it to me, even if he is full of crap.  Because Jesus can work through the muck and mire and crap and make something beautiful.
I already think J. is beautiful, in his own way. . .with some you have to look harder, but for me with Rooster, all I have to do is look deep into his eyes. . .and I see me as the one long ago who needed unconditional love, to be accepted, to need to feel like I belonged. . .and Jesus looked back and said, "Here I am!"




Shakin' the Foundation said...

The love you have for "Spoons" is so precious!! You are showing the love of God tohim regardless, just as the Father does for us all!!

Blessings to you my friend, you are truly one!!!


Denise said...

Amen, beautifully said.

joy said...

Beautiful post and God who works through you and your hubby. Bless you both.

Jedidja said...

You're a Good Samaritan! God bless you. We don't know exactly what (poor)people think and feel and mean but our God, He knows exactly. I admire you.

Gertrude Nonterah said...

Ministering to the homeless is a beautiful thing.

Matthew 25:37 & 40

"...'Lord when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you something to drink?'...The King will reply,'I tell you the truth, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did for me."

What a great privilege you have to serve the poor ! God bless you.

Gertrude from A Chosen Remnant.

Jenn said...

I love your heart and how you look at others with the love that Jesus has for them not how the society sees them!

A Joyful Noise said...

Thank you for sharing Jack's story at Tell me a Story. I believe he does see Jesus in you and he probably did need the blankets. Jesus thanks you too for accepting Jack for who he is.