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, March 12, 2013

Ladders, Mirrors, and Eucharisteo

Today I begin climbing up the 50's ladder with my step on rung one.  Today I look in the mirror and see gray hairs trying to spring every which way, (should I color?) and wrinkles etching deeper and skin sagging (face lift?). Someone tries to whisper in my ear – “You’re getting old, your knees creak, your back hurts all the time, your get up and go doesn’t get up as fast as it use to.” This could discourage me, but it doesn’t. I have been given joy and I know the secret to keeping it now. (actually, it was never a secret)… Eucharisteo…thanksgiving. You already know this? Follow me…it goes deeper than where a lot of folks take it.

If you’re following my blog, you know I am keeping a journal,
recording the unwrapped treasures God has placed in my days, until I reached 1000. Well, I've passed that number and just entered the1600's.  Ann Voskamp says in her book, one thousand gifts :

Dare to live fully right where you are, opening the hand to receive the moments.

Gratitude bestows reverence, allowing us to encounter everyday epiphanies, those transcendent moments of awe that change forever how we experience life and the world.

Naming offers the gift of recognition, the naming of moments is truly a holy work.

When I give thanks for the seemingly microscopic, I make a place for God to grow within me. This makes me full, and I “magnify Him with thanksgiving” (Psalm 69:30)

Is eucharisteo (thanksgiving) opening the eyes wider, the heart deeper? Is this paradox, that giving thanks for what is, creates an appetite for more, not for more things, but for seeking more of God to give more glory? Looking is love.

I believe this journey began at the pond years ago, but I did not know the word eucharisteo, to place my finger on. The lesson was put in me though. God had shown me that I could see Him in everything out at the pond and taught me and reminded me of things through the water, rocks, hearts in trees, the animals, hidden things behind tall grasses, etc. I came home and began writing, which has been such a blessing to me. And now, I am keeping a journal, looking deeper and not having to search hard at all to see more of God, to give glory to Him more often. This brings me joy! Yes, He helped me find the joy again. My circumstances had not changed, but He brought me back. The secret is in the thanksgiving, the giving honor to Him no matter what, in the big and in the small, in the happy and in the sad, in the scary and frustrating. In all, I give Him glory and honor. The enemy cannot hurt me. The joy cannot leave. This is deepening my 38 year relationship with this Savior of mine even more.

I look back in the mirror. I smile. I shun the hissing voice with a wave of my hand.
Proverbs 16:31 comes to mind…(a gift from God)…”Gray hair is a crown of splendor, it is attained by a righteous life.” He continues to tell me that in my old age I am not to be despised, I should have honor and respect, wisdom, strength, youth renewed like the eagles, and will flourish in His courts. WOW!

Ok…my belt buckle won’t buckle like it used to and my knees do buckle, but I have so much to look forward to. I spray that ornery gray hair down, dab my lips, give a “thank you from the bottom of my heart”, and I’m outta there to find my journal. Oh yes, just a thought. . .if we attain that crown of splendor by a righteous life, then my husband must be very righteous, what do you think?
I love that gray head!

Since my youth, O God, you have taught me, and to this day I declare your marvelous deeds.
Psalm 71:17
time with the Lord in front of the mirror
hot rice bags(for those achy muscles)
baby doll tops (to hide the tummy)
erase (for you guys, go ask your wife what this is)
night time renewing cream
day time face cream
creamy moisturizers
sticky notes, to remind me of all I would forget otherwise
renewed spirits
unquenchable joy
my gray haired husband loving me gray headed or highlighted;)
another birthday to celebrate and breathe
the many birthday wishes that have come my way
the gift of people in my life
the number 51…it really is a good and beautiful number
Dear Lord,
Thank you for giving me 51 years so far.
I just ask please, that you would help me to grow old gracefully, with much laughter. And when the pains kick in, help me to not be a pain. When the wrinkles become deeper, may it be a sign of many smiles from over the years. When the hair becomes grayer, help me to accept it or please let me keep my wonderful hairdresser who can keep doing her thing!
 Continue to lead me in the way you would have me go. When I begin to stoop, please lift me up and when others around me begin to droop, show me how to lift in one way or the other and when to stand out of your way.
May there be less of me and more of you.
 As the candles grow on my cake each year, I will rejoice as I blow them out and with that same breath, I will praise You.
I will praise You. . .no matter what.
 I am so grateful to You for giving me the gift of eternal life, giving me assurance that we will always be together. When my last breath comes and the candles go out forever, I will enter into the grandest party ever. Thank you for the invitation.
 One more thing. . .please bless all who came here to our little place. . .may their candles continue to grow in the years to come, may they recognize their blessings whether on the mountain top, or in the valley, the pit, on knees on the kitchen floor full of crumbs or laundry room full of laundry, in the car behind the annoying drivers, in the darkest of places and in the gloriousness of family and friends and light all around, whether microscopic or huge or in between, in the miraculous and in the ordinary.
 I ask your blessings on each and every one.
Thank you Father!
In Jesus Name,


Lisa Maria said...

Happy Birthday my dearest friend! I have a little way to go before I start climbing that ladder but I sure can relate to everything you said.

I pray that God continues to bless and guide you. I pray that God honours your prayers and as you continue to climb the ladder the blessings flow abundantly.

Have a wonderful, fabulously blessed day. Wish I could celebrate with you.

Love and hugs!

Debbie Petras said...

Happy birthday Kristin! I love your attitude towards life and aging. I just reached my 60th in February so I know how that mirror just doesn't reflect how I feel. But I'm learning to accept it.

Yes circumstances don't always change overnight but we have a choice to notice those every day blessings. Counting those blessings with Ann has caused me to look around and notice. So I'm with you on this.

I think I need to subscribe to your blog. It seems we have a similar take on life and a common love for the Lord.

Blessings and love,

Denise said...

Happy Birthday my beautiful friend, so glad you are in the world.