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, May 13, 2013

Blessings From the Backyards

“There is sweet music here that softer falls
Than petals from blown roses on the grass,
Or night-dews on still waters between walls
Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass;
Music that gentlier on the spirit lies,
Than tir'd eyelids upon tir'd eyes;
Music that brings sweet sleep down from the blissful skies.
Alfred Tennyson

It never takes long to find and journal the gifts of the day from God. Sometimes I'm not even looking for them when they come. Like the other day. I was working out in my back yard enjoying the singing of all the birds

when I heard another kind of singing. I stopped what I was doing and heard the beautiful, pure, perfect pitched voice of the 14 year old girl from two houses over. We all have at least an acre of land out here in the country with woods and fields all around. Her voice gently flew over to my ears and it made me smile. The singing birds was gift #1 on this day. . .gift #2. . .a young girl singing in her backyard.

Then early evening, I was sitting in my bedroom with the windows open. While I was reading a book, still hearing the birds making melodies, I heard another kind of singing. This time it was the 4 year old girl who lives next door. She was swinging away on the her swing and singing away to herself. . .or maybe to the gray cat that's always walking back and forth in their yard. She didn't know someone else was listening. . .and smiling at her sweet voice. . .gift #3.

I had been blue this day for different reasons, but by the end of the day my heart felt full. It was brimming over with music and sweet voices in my head from ones who never realized they were blessing. Their music along with the all day singing of the birds had made me raise MY voice in praise to the One who gifts my feathered friends and neighbors with melodic melodies. One cannot stay blue for long when music is around and when one begins to raise their eyes and hands and heart in praise to the Father up above.
Music was given to me and praise was given back.

 I journaled the blessings that night as the music continued to fall gently upon my soul. I slept well. Thank you Father!
Have you found your blessings for the day. . .are you looking. . .or listening?  ;)


Beth Zimmerman said...

They, or at least the teenager, would probably be self-conscious about their vocal range if they knew. I'm glad they do not! Very glad you were blessed! The days for familial celebration are hard when there is a prodigal in the family. God knows friend ... and His arm is not short!

Denise said...

Enjoyed this.

Judith C Evans said...

Music is indeed a healing gift. Thank you for writing so beautifully about these moments.

Jedidja said...

Touching! My daughter is singing all the days. From morning to evening. I love it.

Have a fine day.

Sarah said...

... you are such an encouragement. There is so much wisdom wrapped up in your words. Words I need to hear as a young mom. To share your wisdom, encouragement, and joy of mom.

So, I am trying something new. Posting on my lil' blog about mom. Momma notes. Would you consider joining me and sharing a post from your blog. It doesn't have to be a new post. There are so many on your blog I could choose. Simple mom words.

Monday I will have a linky thingie. My hope is that we can be encouraged and encourage other moms.

If I did it right, you can find it here ...

Be blessed bunches,