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, December 25, 2012

Bridge Christmas Party #2

December 25, 2012 was an overcast, cold day at the bridge but warmth flowed all around.  It was Christmas day and a party was going on for the ones without a home and no family around.  Because of the Homeless Outreach Ministry meeting at the bridge for the last several months on a weekly basis, we have become friends with many of the homeless.  In our time, we have seen many move into homes.  We have become family with all these sweet people.

On this day, the ones who still live out in the cold, the ones who have moved into their own place and new ones showed up to our Christmas party. It was like being around a second family. One of the volunteers, Natalie, who planned the party, brought the dinner. . .ham, corn, green beans, hashbrown casseroles, desserts from others and drinks from another.  So many people with great big hearts and warmth to boot, sharing themselves, their friendship, and their time.

We caroled...yes, we all sang Christmas songs.  And one very special moment happened with a little munchkin and a giant.  If you don't know this story, please go here first.  Then come back. . .

The munchkin's aunt wrote and illistrated a book about Justin, the munchkin, the giant, the green coat, and the friendship that was formed between the two.  The book was given to Justin as a Christmas gift and a copy of the book was made for Mike, the giant.  Justin gave the book to Mike at the party.  His mother asked me to read it to them all which I did.  It was a beautifully written story in ryme with beautifully illistrated pictures.  Mike was very touched and there were some glistening eyes and I heard sniffles. . .and it wasn't from the cold!

The bridge has offered many blessings and this was just one of them. A friendship between a little three year old and a very tall man out on the streets.  All the people coming to the bridge are not sure what they will find. What they find is this. . .smiles, hugs, prayers, friendships, listening ears and caring hearts, along with food to eat and blankets and other necessities for survival in the cold winter months.

I was touched at the end of the evening when two of our bridge friends were worried about Gary, one who said he would be at the party but didn't show up.  He lives down the street and across a field in an abandoned barn.  The two gentlemen walked over to the barn in the dark carrying two of the green Christmas bags we had filled with food.  They found Gary inside trying to stay warm in the hay in his sleeping bag and surrounded by blankets.  He had no food.  The gentlemen left the bags of food with him and wished him a Merry Christmas.  When they came back to me at the bridge, they said it was a God thing that we had the food and they found Gary and was able to give him the bags. They felt good that they were able to give and gave God glory for the provisions. Yes, God watches over all and understands about men and hay and barns.

My heart leaped with joy when several came up and said how wonderful it was to see people out there for them, that they would take the time and effort to throw a party for them, that they would spend some of their Christmas day for them. They live in a part of the world where they only see selfishness, people who want to hurt them or shun them or steal from them. I think it was a gift for them this day to be around a group of people that just wanted to welcome them, love on them, that they could relax and know they were not going to be hurt, that they could visit and join in the music and have a real Christmas Day filled with love and joy. As they walked away, they were given two big green tote bags filled to the brim with goodies. They received gifts in many ways. So did we.

May they take that feeling and keep it in their hearts and remember the words to the Christmas songs we sang about our Lord and Savior, and to remember that Christ in the heart is the greatest gift of all.

I won't identify who is who because we are all the same
we are all created by God and loved by him
we are all friends and family





"Blessed is the season which engages the whole world in love."
Hamilton Wright Mabie
 And the angel said to them, “Fear not, for behold, I bring you good news of great joy that will be for all the people
Luke 2:10






Denise said...

Bless you for knowing, and showing, the true meaning of Christmas.

Jedidja said...

Thanks for this blog. Idd what Denise said: the true meaning of Christmas.

Shakin' the Foundation said...

Once again you have shown me love on a higher level and it brings such joy to my heart to see how much you all love those who are homeless!! This is the true Christmas spirit, but one that you show daily!!!
God bless you my friend!!!
ps..one day I would love to join you on the bridge :))