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, September 23, 2013

The Ol' Horse Has Died

When son#2 was in high school, I found him a 1989 Ford Bronco. Yes, it was old, yes, it had a lot of miles on it, but it just looked like him. The body was in great shape as well as the interior. It drove well, it was in our price range and so Chris became the proud owner of the red horse, Thunder Horse his buddies named it.

Christopher smiled from  ear to ear from the day he got it. After awhile the air conditioner stopped working, but Chris didn't seem to mind. When the ceiling material shredded and started to hang down on his head, he didn't seem to mind. It developed a terrible oil leak. Every time Chris arrived somewhere, his horse smoked and smelled. Chris never once complained. The ol' horse would break down in town several times. It had to be towed several times. My husband would have to come home after working all day and replace something on it, work on it while I prayed over it.

The other day Chris drove out to a buddy's home and we received that dreaded phone call again. The horse died in their driveway. Husband said it had used it's last life. It was time to put it out to pasture. It had done it's job. It got Chris through high school and through two years of college.

The Lord led us to a beauty of a car. Much newer, no oil leaks and much better with the gas mileage. And it was also in our price range. It now sits in our driveway where the ol' horse used to sit but Chris doesn't have that same ear to ear smile. He is very grateful, but I know how he feels.

Husband and son took Thunder Horse to the junk yard. You would have thought they were in a funeral procession. There is just something about falling in love with your first car, even if she is old and letting go is hard. But sometimes it just has to be done.

Letting go of something we love is hard. So I ponder. . .what are the lessons here?

1.  Our identity should not be in our things, cars, homes, bank accounts, etc.
2.  When the item is gone, we will always have the memories in our heart.
3.  Be thankful for what we have but do not become attached to it.
4.  Be thankful for what we had and move on with what God provides
5. There are more important things in life than. . .things.
6.  We should be content with what is provided for us

I may at times need to go over this list but my son#2 doesn't. He never once complained about his ol' horse and he didn't complain when we brought in the new one. He is very humble and respectful and he knows his identity is in Christ and all who know him would tell you that.

I don't blame him for being a little sad. It's a part of living. . .to let go. There will be harder things down the road for him to let go of. I pray this simple time of letting go prepares him for those bigger ones. I'm pretty confident he will be ok.

In the mean time, he's getting used to his new ride, FLASH.  I have a feeling things will be just fine.

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Denise said...


Floyd said...

Nothing like your first car... You have a great son, but I know you already know that. That nice car probably does help the process! Lessons in life... Bless you and your family.

Musings by Robert said...

Great story! First cars are like your first love - never quite get over it!

Quiltingranny said...

You are so right, however, many of today's suicides are linked to people identifying to closely with their job, their home, their stuff! We need to realize nothing on earth is permanent and let go. I loved this story!

Hazel Moon said...

I loved your story about your son and his cool first car and now the spiffy new one. Thank you for sharing with us here at "Tell Me a Story."

caryjo said...

I sure understood. And I really liked your list... b/c it is filled with truism, and good thinking. Your son's situation fits in, also, with so many I've known in the past. This was, overall, a really good sharing post. Liked it very, very much.