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, October 21, 2013

A Cup of Warmth and Other Things

I wake in the morning, chilled.
My skin covered in goose bumps.
Holding onto a hot cup of coffee, sometimes tea, 
feeling the warmth of the cup in my cold hands,
steam rising onto my cold nose and cheeks
is so comforting.

Quiet time with my Lord
thanking him for hot cup of liquid
warming my face with steam,
warming my insides as it slides down my throat,

warmth beginning to flow all over.
Beginning eucharisteo for the day
thanking my Lord for all, big and small
grateful for not only things
but for time with Him, King of Kings
who wants a relationship with me, little me.
Sitting at His feet warms my soul
and the goose bumps disappear.
Holding the hot cup of drink, eyes closed, communion with Him
is an experience like none other.
Simple, and yet, profound.
It's in this moment of steam and warmth and quiet time
that peace invades, fills, and prepares.
Reflecting and thanking Him today for. . .

#1931 ~ Hot cafe latte
#1932 ~ steam rising on cold face
#1933 ~ warmth in hands
#1934~ peace invading
#1935 ~ quiet communions
#1936 ~ warm heart
#1937 ~ full circle moments
#1938 ~ rejoicing friends and loved ones
#1939 ~ happy dances
#1940 ~ courage over riding fear
#1941 ~ Yahweh ~ the giver of breath
#1942 ~ breathing in and out
#1943 ~ connecting puzzle pieces
#1944 ~ pictures becoming clearer
#1945 ~ a swelled heart from so much gratefulness

I read somewhere that Yahweh is the name God gave himself. When you say it, it sounds like breath. We breathe because of Yahweh, the giver of breath.

Are you breathing in Yahweh? Do you feel the warmth?
If not, close your eyes, and whisper, breathing in, breathing out.
Yahweh. . .Yahweh. . .Yahweh

What are you thankful for?
Keep whispering. . .to Yahweh.


Lori Dupes said...

Absolutely beautiful! We both seem to be in the same place- it is a place you know? There is a place we can go and breathe him in. I found it!! After years of searching I found the missing treasure of my heart. It was no doing of mine, it was a miracle of God. What beauty and peace lies in this place. Thank you for describing what my heart knows.

Hazel Moon said...

I enjoyed your beautiful post. As God breathed the breath of life into Adam, may he also breathe Life into our Spirit.

Kristin Bridgman said...

Lori,I'm so glad you found it! Yes, beauty and peace, only with Him! We are made from the same cloth;)

Thank you Hazel. I thank God everyday for breathing Life into my Spirit. Thank you for coming by~

Jenifer Metzger said...

Beautiful words my friend!!