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.



Wednesday, December 12, 2012

Pleease, help me!

"Pleeeaase help me!", the man at the bridge said with enormous, pleading, teary eyes. "I'm about to jump off this bridge, no one on this earth cares about me." As the smell of beer drifted into my face, I told him we at the bridge cared, that God cared. He kept talking about his mother who died a couple of years ago and how much he missed her and he just wanted to go be with her.

"How old are you" I asked.


"You have your whole life ahead of you" I said to him. Then he preceeds to tell me he has a father and brothers in town but they don't have anything to do with him, they won't help him. He harbors such unforgiveness towards his father.  I tell him how destructive unforgiveness can be and it's usually towards the person who is harboring it.  I ask him to think about letting it go, giving the hurts over the to the Heavenly Father and moving on.  He looked at me with such anguish and said, "It's SO hard!". I shared some personal experiences of my own and how the Lord helped me to let go. Marty continued to look at me with tears and repeated, It's SO hard!

He and I had just met and he was pretty distraught, so I didn't want to push too hard this first time.

He told me he couldn't read or write.  I asked him if he wanted to learn.  He said yes.

Then he looked at me with those pleading eyes and said "I drink, I know you can smell it on me.  It makes me do stupid things.  I don't want to do stupid things anymore. I don't want to drink anymore but I don't know how to stop.  Will you help me, will you help me?" 

My heart was so heavy at this point. I was shivering but not from the cold weather. I was layered in four layers of clothing. It was the demons of Hell who were attacking and I despise what they do. But I and the others wear another layer of protecting, the armour of God.  I was praying inside and another volunteer came to listen and comfort and we took his hands hard and prayed hard for this man. I told him I would do what I could. He gave me his phone number but said his minutes were about to run out.  I made him promise to come back to the bridge next Tuesday. The other girl and I gave him a long hug. We sent him off with a sleeping bag, blankets, and food. I heard the pleading of Greg's voice in my mind, my sweet friend who didn't make it. "Lord", I prayed out there on the cold bridge, I don't understand, but I trust you. Please help this man."

I put in a call to the director of HOTEL, INC. who made some calls and e-mails. Will you please pray with me for this man, Marty? It's the next day now, and all I can see are those pleading, watery eyes and hearing the desperation and depression in his voice. His tune may change as some do, but I believe only because they are scared.

I'm praying for many Christmas miracles this Christmas season.  One of those is for Marty.  There are some who would say Marty brought this on himself.  I would say to those, who are we to judge?  Those who have not sinned, cast the first stone.  We have been given the gift of grace and mercy ourselves, how could we not give it to others. This man belongs to a family that does not accept him, for whatever reasons. 

Let's let the family of God accept him and pray for him to be shown how to have a better life, to be freed from the demons of alcohol and unforgiveness. May he receive the gift this Christmas of grace and mercy, forgiveness, a new heart, a new love, a new life.

Love me when I least deserve it because that's when I really need it.
A Swedish Proverb


Shakin' the Foundation said...

I am standing in prayer and agreement with you for Marty and all the others at the "bridge"!!!!
May the Lord continue to use you boldly for His kingdom!!!!

God bless you!!

Jennie Morgan said...

Praying with you for each of the homeless but will specifically pray for Marty by name. What a gift that God put you in his path yesterday. He just needed someone to care, and God used you to be that someone. I believe God will use you and others to greatly impact his life just as you did Greg's and so many others. These are the BEST Christmas stories of all!

Denise said...

Praying for dear Marty.

Vicky said...

Please tell Marty he has quite an army of people praying for him- that you bring so many of us to the bridge with you Kristin- and that he isn't alone. The first step is asking for help- and he is clearly doing that. And you friend, are answering. Praying with you!

Stacie, A Firefighter's Wife said...

yes, Lord do it! In Jesus' Name Amen!!!

Jen said...

Wow! My heart leap off this page and was with you...there on the bridge. So glad this one made it. Praying for Marty & so thankful for what you do and what you did on behalf of God's children. ~ jen

Floyd said...

I'm praying for Marty. My heart breaks for the lost world. I have nothing but care in my heart for the lost and weak. I find the weak are sometimes much closer to God than the well and prideful.

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