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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

*****EXCITING NEWS*****

My first book, Ya Know What I'm Say'n, has been released.


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Friday, April 12, 2013

Breathing It In!

I am not a winter gal.  I don't like to be cold. 50 degrees and below, just put me in front of a fireplace and I'll daydream of the Spring coming around the corner. 
 
Well, my friends, it came the other day!  I was SO excited I could hardly contain myself.  I went to lunch with a sweet friend, and then the rest of the day I took pictures to capture the beauty of this Spring day. The warm air and sunshine just soaked into my skin, my spirits just soar on a day like this, and I breathe it all in as deeply as I can. I know it won't last forever so I wanted to capture the loveliness before it falls away. . .the delicate blossoms of cherry trees, the soft fuzzy leaves of lamb ears, inside of tulips, inside of a tulip tree blossom, tiny purple flowers (weeds) and the grand show stopper in my back yard, the peach tree with it's hundreds of full branches of pink.  
 
Here are just a few of the shots I took this absolutely, breathtaking day, and all I could do as I looked through my camera is whisper, "Lord, what a GRAND job You have done. Thank you, thank you , thank you!  And my numbered blessing for my journal this day. . .pink!  I love pink.  I thanked God for making the color pink.
 
Oh yes, a couple of guys got into the shots as well. . .
 


 





 












 




 
Ahhh, can you see how I just breathed it all in?!
All from the Master Designer.
 
Thank you Father. . .all I can say right now is just. . .Thank You!
 
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11 comments:

Grandma Becky said...

spring is awesome for sure. I am gonna photograph a field of tulips this afternoon. Can't wait! I love the cows and squirrels photos. Hoping the mountain is out this afternoon. Daughter works out there and she said it was out! AWESOME! God has an amazing creation!

Floyd said...

Wow... Those are beautiful. I can only imagine how awesome they would be in person. Welcome spring!

Stacie said...

Kristin, this is beautiful! The pink is gorgeous. . .and tulips are my favorite flower. Happy spring.

Tiggeriffic said...

Oh my Spring has Sprung at your house.. Nothing like that yet here in Iowa.. It best not or it will be frozen and then we won't get anything..
The promise of Spring is coming.. you can see it and smell it each day..Thanks be to God..his promises are true...
Have a blessed day~! ta ta for now from Iowa:)

Vicky said...

Gorgeous! I can't wait, I can't wait, I can't wait! We have yet to reach 40 degrees outside and are blanketed in still more snow... AND expecting a big storm with as much as 12 inches again... ughhhhh. I am rejoicing that Spring descended for you- it gives me hope :)

Denise said...

Beyond lovely. I gave the Bibles away, blessed me.

Aritha said...

O, beautiful! We have our first real spring day today :-)

Beth Zimmerman said...

Gorgeous! The cow (bull?) made me laugh! =)

thefisherlady said...

after a long winter here these photos definitely have me smiling in anticipation of our Spring a coming slowly but surely. First robins, geese, pussywillows... thanks for sharing your piece of glory from our Father's good hand!

Nantawan Bennett said...

Happy WW.
would be nice if you can link up at my blog.
Have a nice day.
Nan
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Jennifer Dougan said...

Kristin,

I'm popping over from Duane and Shelly's link up. Thank you for this glimpse into spring! The tulips and tree blossoms are lovely.

I am eager for spring to arrive in snowy Minnesota too, but for now I'm enjoying the last few fierce winter snow storms.

Have a great week,
Jennifer Dougan
www.jenniferdougan.com