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.



Sunday, August 18, 2013

On the Wings of Dawn

My son, on this day, Sunday, boarded a plane and is flying off to West Africa on a mission trip with 7 other mission-minded people. I hugged my young man good-bye, proud of his obedience to the Lord's call.

But as I sit here by myself, I don't see the young man. I see the little boy who once was, holding his arms up to me so I could pick him up and fly him through the air as if he was a plane, building lego hats and wearing them, playing under the school table soaring his pencils in the air as if they were swords fighting and planes flying. I can hear the giggles that always came from the little boy I use to carry and fly around, making buzzing sounds with my mouth to give sound effects.

The little boy grew up in more ways than one. He is taller than his momma now, he can pick me up off the floor, his faith is strong and we still giggle together at times.

He now wears the suit of armor and carries the sword of the spirit with him. He will speak and share truth and life to ones on the other side of the ocean. He will sail on the wings of His Savior and I will be standing on the promises of same Savior. God watches over the young man now as I carry the little boy in my heart.

The Lord is carrying my son and He is holding me. We rise on the wings and rest in the shadow of the wings of the one we both call our Savior. . .Jesus.

If I rise on the wings of dawn,
if I settle on the far side of the sea,
even there Your hand will guide me,
Your right hand will hold me fast.
Psalm 139:9-10
Thank you Father for guiding the little boy into adulthood. Thank you for using me, his mother, to lead him day to day while You held me day to day. Thank you for what you did for the both of us; lifting us up on the wings of dawn to new heights, new sights, new hearts, new paths and for never letting your Right hand let go.
Your hand is strong and your wings are precious.
I pray most gratefully in your most Holy Name,

saying good-bye
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Reformed rebel said...

Beautiful post Kris.

Vicky said...

Kristin~ I'm teary eyed and yet my heart soars reading these precious words from you. How proud you must be and deservedly so. Will say a prayer for safe travels and a blessed mission for your son!

Stacey said...

Simply beautiful Kris ~tears~
Prayers for your baby boy as he steps into the calling God has for him!!


Denise said...

Such a lovely post.

Rachael @ Inking the Heart said...

I don't know why but this totally made me cry! I have a 13 year old and he is growing up to be quite a man of God. Your words brings the tears that I know will come again when someday I have to say goodbye to him for a time. As my kids enter the teenage years I am realizing how fast time is flying and I want to make the most of every moment yet begin letting go so they, too, are ready to soar with the Lord in whatever direction He leads when the time is right. Blessings to you! Love, Rachael@Inking the Heart

Jen Ferguson said...

So much love and hope here, Kris. So excited for your boy and praying peace for your mama heart.

Betty Jo said...

Hi Kristin, Your post brought tears to my eyes too. I have two grown sons. One (and his family) is in missions; working with refugee families and at-risk-youth stateside. The other son. . . well, let's just say God is working on him. I think this is my first visit to your blog and I've really enjoyed my visit.

Becky L. said...

Kristin, what a sweet post. I'm so thankful your son is branching out on a mission trip. It will be a growing experience for sure. I went to Nicaragua earlier this year and just could turn around and go back this year, if i could. I've grown so much in my faith as it was stretched a bit but love the work God did in my heart. The mission I was at was great, felt at peace there. I pray peace and God's touch on your son's trip and safety as well. I know the feeling of a boy growing up and then he gets married and now has adorable children who are growing up, learning about Jesus as well. Hugs and prayers for you as well!

Dionne said...

Praying for your son's safety and a joyful mission trip. Beautiful momma post!

caryjo said...

So proud of what you and your family are walking through, spreading the Word of God, planting seed in other part of the world. What a blessing to and for you. OH, and would love to know where he is going to be... did I miss that? I have a number of connections in West Africa and MANY in East, mostly Uganda.

Your son will be touched and you will be, too.

Beautiful to share this part of your life with all of us.

Kristin Bridgman said...

Thank you everyone! He is in Niger. And he face booked. He is there and doing well. Has already bought souvenirs to bring home:)

Maryellen said...

Ok, so I'm crying, too! Tears of joy ~ for the past 7 years I've watched this sweet, shy, timid boy accept the Lord and grow daily into a God-believeing, God-fearing young man, now taking the good news across the waters to a dark world...letting his light shine for God! Praise!

Ceil said...

Hi Kristin! You have raised such a wonderful boy! And he is already giving back to God what he has been given. I know you will miss his sweet face, but he will be back wiser and full of stories.

So glad he made it safely!