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.



Saturday, December 15, 2012

Thumbs and Blankies

Have you ever wanted to just sit down and put your thumb in your mouth? Carry a blankie around for comfort?

Yes, I just watched The Charlie Brown Christmas Special and I just love Linus. He on stage at the end telling what Christmas is all about has to be one of the all time greatest scenes. Yes, I really am 50 years old J

There are days when emotions and bewilderment just get to me, and I just want to do what Linus does . . .sit down with my blankie and stick my thumb in my mouth. But no, I am a grown woman, so I don’t do that, even though I do wear footie pajamas from time to time. THAT, I can get away with! 

Having a prodigal and not knowing why, seeing despair through the homeless community, the incredibly sad news in the world, can do one in. But as Linus tells on that great stage of what Christmas is all about, the emotions become settled as I ponder again on the One who came long, long ago to give us a hope like no other, a love like no other, and a promise that we would never be alone, that even when we are going through the fire, or the emotional draining situation, we will not drown if we keep our eyes focused on Him. And He is so good, even through my emotional downs, He picks me up with His blessings of His promises, the friendship of special women, the love of my great husband, the funny, silly, quacky humor and love of my other son, and then that indescribable peace that settles in once again. 

This is what I pray for all those out there who would like to just hide under a blankie and stick their thumb in their mouths. . .indescribable peace that only comes from God. To know that He is with them underneathe the blankies and will give strength and courage to come out and move on in His strength. To know that there is no greater love than from our Heavenly Father and when we cannot understand, it's ok, because we know that He does and that rest will come for the weary and faith will move us on. What the devil meant for bad, the Lord will bring good from.

This week the unthinkable happened in a small Connecticut town where the innocent lives of so many children were lost. Senseless tragedies like this often make people wonder where God is in all of this. Some ask, "How could He allow something like that to happen?" Answers are sometimes difficult to find, but I do know this; God didn't cause this to happen. What caused it is a world that has turned from God. I don't know much about the young man who did this terrible thing. I can only imagine that somewhere, somehow he must have lost hope and did not know where to turn to for help. There must have been a burning hate deep down inside that consumed his rational ability.

You see, God is Hope, but He allows man to use his own freewill. A fallen world has instead turned to the deception of hate that satan has convinced so many to buy into. Blaming God for something that is so opposite of what he is, is simply wrong. The blame lies elsewhere. Rest assured that God is with those children. He holds them in his arms at this moment...like a blankie in a way. There is no greater love than his, and there will come a day when there is no more sorrow, no more hurt, no more tears. Because we live in a fallen world, tragedies like this will happen. It's normal for us to feel down and even angry when it does happen...and turn to our own blankies if we need to.

Because my inner strength comes from God, my downs become ups and I can take that make believe thumb out of my mouth and toss the blankie. I have something better. God’s Words. And His words are comfort like no blankie out there. I may lie on the floor, but with my bible in hand instead of my thumb in my mouth.

Yes Linus, I do know what Christmas is all about. I know Who Christmas is. I will never forget.
And I pray for the ones who are hurting this Christmas season to not forget. 

For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, who is Christ the Lord.
Luke 2:11

from a babe in a manger
a Savior who holds the babes. . .

that's my Savior. . .I pray He is yours!

I know we will all be praying for the families left behind.
May they receive the gift of comfort in the days ahead, a healing of their hearts, and a love greater than man can give. . .A Savior's love.
Let's also pray for the teachers and students left behind in this school. 
They also will need comfort and strength to heal and move on.