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.



Saturday, October 26, 2013

Love in Purple

Purple here, purple there, purple, purple everywhere. . .tops, dresses, bands and lipsticks. Where O where could I be?

Liz Lyons memorial service. Purple was her color. Love and grace was her game. No, not a game, it was her life.

I wasn't one of the closest ones there to her but we did sit close in church every Sunday morning. We had wonderful chats just before service and usually shared a great big hug before sitting down.

I commented on her beautiful, purple lipstick one morning and said that it could put some wild lips on someone. She grabbed my arm and layed one on my cheek.

We laughed so.

I wore purple lipstick to her memorial service in honor of her. Not quite as purple as hers but as purple as I could get.

Her service was filled with family, friends, co-workers, prayer partners, students, friends from way back and friends up further on the time line. No matter who they were or when they were in Liz's life, they all had one thing to say. . .She was full of love, full of grace, full of mischievousness , laughter, and life. She never had a husband or children of her own, but her life was quite full of loved ones.

We heard beautiful music, beautiful poetry, beautiful stories and last but not least. . .we heard from her. Yes, she was there on the big screen sharing her testimony for all of us to hear.

And the one thing that stood out above all else from her. . .She loved the Lord. OH, she loved her Lord and she wanted everyone else to know and love Him and to know that love He has for us. Even in her years of cancer, she glowed with that love. It came up from her soul and through her eyes right onto you.

As I ponder, I think about this Lord she loved. This Lord I love. And you too. He is royalty. The color purple represents royalty. Maybe this is why she liked the color so much. She was wearing His colors. She was representing Him, but she didn't need the color. She represented Him with her life, with her words, with her smile, with those beautiful eyes of hers. She wore Him all over.

I prayed as I sat there in the pew, Lord, may I wear You as she did. May others see you in me the way others saw You in her. I'm not like Liz. I'm much more timid and quiet, but I love Him still. You might not be like Liz or me. . .you were created to be just you. But we can all wear Him if we have Him in our hearts.

We don't have to have the purple lipstick on. . .for men, that would be really bad;) . . .but for women. . .it could be really fun. No matter what color we wear, lets wear Jesus. Let His love show through our eyes, through our smiles, through our words, through our hugs. And, if you happen to be wearing purple lipstick, lay one on someone. . .it leaves such a wonderful mark!
Liz. . .you left such a wonderful mark on this world!
Thank you!
I'll see you at home.


Becky L. said...

Sorry for the loss of your friend. So glad she made other people happy and showed them Jesus! I'm a lover of purple myself. Not found any purple lipstick but I have purple fingernail polish I wear on occasion. Hugs, prayers and blessings!

Joy said...

So touching, so inspirational and so beautiful:)

Hazel Moon said...

I also love purple in all its various shades. Your friend is wearing that Royal Purple now as she enjoys being with the Good Shepherd.

Floyd said...

Nice tribute. Liz was drawn to the color of royal adopted bloodline... Awesome legacy. Praying for her family and church family.

Thoughts for the day said...

She looks like a wonderful friend... so sorry she is gone now but you know where she is and that should bring you great comfort.