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, January 28, 2013


OK. . .I’m admitting it, I’m getting older.  I tried to deny it when the gray hairs started showing up.  A little highlighter will fix that.  Skin not looking so youthful and fresh, a little special skin cream and moisturizer will fix that.  My joints are sore, but I work out. . .some. . .so maybe a cane is not in my near future.  My memory is not. . .is not. . .oh, whatever!
            Then I started getting horrible headaches and sometimes my vision would blur.  I envisioned me with a brain tumor or an aneurism, but when I noticed I couldn’t see the eye of my needle anymore or those little scripture numbers in my Bible very well, WELL, I decided I was going to have to break down and get some of those little reading spectacles.

            I didn’t want to.  I grumbled to myself, “just one more thing to have to carry in my purse.”  But then I thought. . .or was it that still, small, familiar voice again?  I had a healthy body, a family I love, I can continue to sew (with a little help) and I have the freedom to read my Bible whenever and wherever I want. For goodness sakes, I’m not going blind, I just need a little help with some magnification.  Forgive me lord for grumbling. 

            Proverbs 16:31 says, “Gray hair is a crown of splendor, it is attained by a righteous life.”  I want my life to be pleasing to Him, so I will take on the gray hairs.  Proverbs 17:22 says, “A cheerful heart is good medicine, but a crushed spirit dries up the bones.  My bones are already creaking, I certainly don’t want them to dry up!  William Shakespeare said, “With mirth and laughter let the old wrinkles come.” Mark Twain once said, “Wrinkles should merely indicate where the smiles have been.” So, my prescription for growing older. . .to have a cheerful heart, to laugh and smile as often as I can.  Victor Hugo said once, “When grace is joined with wrinkles, it is adorable.”  I want to grow old gracefully and adorably.

            Proverbs 16:22 says, “Understanding is a fountain of life to those who have it…”

My footnote says, “For centuries, people sought a fountain of youth, a spring that promised to give eternal life and vitality.  It was never found.  But God’s wisdom is a fountain of life that can make a person happy, healthy and alive forever.  The fountain of life is a reality.  It’s our choice.  I chose.

            I’m going to take my stiff boned, gray haired, wrinkled body over to my favorite chair now, put on those reading spectacles and take joy in soaking up His wisdom.  HEY, I can see, and in more ways than one.

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A Joyful Noise said...

Oh yes, we do need help here and there as we mature (age.) I have two sets of glasses. One for driving and one for computer and reading. I need a prescription because each eye is different so every couple of years it is a trip to the eye doctor. I loved your post. So that we might see the glories of God. Thank you for sharing at "Tell me a Story."

Reformed rebel said...

So good Kristin. And I'm way ahead of you on all that age stuff! By the way, I believe we have the same study Bible!

Laura@OutnumberedMom said...

"I can see now, in more ways than one." I love that!!

And Victor Hugo is one of my all-time favorites -- his comment about wrinkles being adorable is priceless.

Thanks for visiting. Enjoy those specs! :0)

A Joyful Noise said...

Thank you for your comments about your visits to grandparents when you were a child. Comments don't show until approved so I deleted the duplicate one.

Denise said...

Nice post.

Jedidja said...

I love this blog. You are so open!

Floyd said...

I hear you loud and clear... That actually still works! The race and paths are cleared by God when we seek His will. I've been wearing glasses for a few years. The grey in my hair and face hair is spreading like water. It matters not what we look like on the outside... Our Father looks at the heart... Besides you're in good company!

caryjo said...

And a few months ago I DID buy a cane!! Got tired of stumbling around b/c of dizziness and afraid I'd fall [again!]. So, I have one. And my glasses, and on and on -- not a LOT of gray hair even though I ain't young. I'm the oldest in my family of sisters and others are grayer than I am. Have to adjust ... and I'll be 68 in a few months. Oh, and I am big time re: my wrinkles and energy.

And, re: my personality. I bought a cane that has a variety of very bright colored flowery-looking things. It truly is "me" and I don't need to change that to a bland one.

Good to "see" you again. I've just been buried in too much for too long.


victory said...

You write so eloquently. It sounds as if you were born to write.

Michell Pulliam said...

Don't you just love growing old(er) gracefully! I must say, these are the BEST years of my life! Don't feel bad about the readers...I'm starting to wear mine(while wearing contacts) as if they're REAL glasses...go figure!! Thanks for dropping by and linking up...have a blessed evening!

Shaina A. said...

I found your blog over at the doing you well blog hop and boy am I glad I did. You write so well, I'm just loving your blog! I'm now following you on GFC. I'm looking forward to reading your future posts :)