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, November 4, 2013

God Came To The Post Office

As many of you know, I have spent the last two years writing a book. I was never a writer, but God said to so I did.

After two years, I finished and mailed it off to the publishers. It never reached them. It was lost out there somewhere. I freaked out, for just a minute. Then I asked my prayer warriors to pray. They did. Peace came over me. I thought to myself, God is bigger than the postal service.

This book is His, not mine. He has directed this from day one. OH, the stories I could tell about that! But I will wait until another day. Because today God met me in the post office and I have to share.

I packaged up the book again along with all papers required by the publishing company and went into the post office again. This is a little post office run by one young woman. When she came into this position, I felt drawn to her and decided to try and have tiny chats each time I went in. This day she told me about her mother being sick and going into the hospital. I could see tears though they never fell. I told her about my mother and I could see the love this girl had for hers. I told her I would pray. I did.

As I had my hand on the door to leave, a gentleman walked in and looked right into my eyes and asked if I was a neighbor. I smiled, telling him I just lived up the road. Then he spied my envelope on the desk and asked about it. I told him what was inside. He seemed very interested, asking me all about it. I told him all about it, the book that started this whole journey for me, the ministries,  the writing, Greg, alcoholism. I could see tears even though they never fell. He shared with me that his dad had been an alcoholic.

He then preceeded to say a lot of nice things to me and then asked if he could pray for me. The young girl bowed her head too. I began to tremble inside as I knew this was a God moment. The gentleman took my hands and began to pray for me, for the ministries, for the book, for it's safe arrival and to be a blessing to all. The whole time I was there, no one else ever walked in.

He and I were complete strangers, yet he took the time to look me in the eye as he walked in and talked with me. He listened. He prayed. When I left I knew we were not strangers anymore. And neither was the young woman behind the counter. This pastor that walked in the door was her pastor and the Lord united the three of us right there in the post office. It was a holy moment.

I didn't want to write in the beginning but the Lord would not leave me alone until I obeyed. After stepping out in obedience, His desire became my desire. I have learned to trust Him at every step, every corner, every path of this book journey He has taken me on and it has deepened my relationship with Him even more than it had been. My hearts desire is for this book to be published. But if God had other reasons for me to write it than for it to be published, I will be ok with that, because He has blessed me so many times with incidents, people, prayers, with God moments galore, and has deepened my intimacy with Him, that all of this would be enough.

When I left the post office and got into my car, there were tears, and these tears fell. I was so grateful, so thankful for what God had just done. And for the fact that He loves me enough to see me in this journey and walk with me through it, even into a post office. As for my package, I have a good feeling it is going to make it's rightful destination this time.

I wondered last night about why would my first package have gotten lost. The address was correct, the postage was all correct. Today I ponder, hhmmm, I wonder if God delayed it so I would walk back into that post office this morning so I could find out about the young lady's mother and pray and so I would run into the pastor.  Maybe it was a test He was giving me, to see how I would react, to see if I would fall apart or would I lean into Him, giving it all to Him, because after all, it is His.

You just never know what or how God will show up. But I do know that we need to be always having our eyes and ears open, to not be so busy that we don't focus on others, to grow in our relationship with Christ each and every day so we will not miss those awesome God moments. Experiencing God on a daily basis is how we can grow stronger, grow stronger in our faith, grow stronger in our relationship with Him, grow stronger in life. Experiencing God on a daily basis, whether it's a great big God moment or a tiny one. . .with Him each encounter is a blessing, whether it's in our quiet time, whether it's in a church building or out in the world at a bridge, in the grocery store, in our back yards, or in a post office.

Lord, thank you for meeting us anywhere and everywhere. No matter where we are, there You are. May our eyes and ears always be open, always be in tune with You for experiencing You Father God, in the ultimate experience that we get to have every day. May we never miss a moment. And thank you Father, for loving us so, that you would give us You, give us Your son Jesus Christ, give us Your Holy Spirit, give us those holy moments and intimate moments. Thank you for letting us experience You....God.
In Jesus Name,

just a side note. . .A week ago my husband and I went for an evening walk down the street and around the corner, walking down to the end of that street. There is a little, white church there that we pass all the time. As usual, I had my camera with me and felt drawn to take a picture of the steeple. I smiled when the pastor in the post office today told me the name of his church. It is this one that I mention. And this is the steeple.
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Anonymous said...

thank you for sharing, God is always right on time...

Shakin' the Foundation said...

Our daddy God amazes me over and over again!! For him to send someone at the post office to pray with and over you...How precious is that?!! His timing is perfect!!! I can't wait to read your book over coffee! Sending you much love!!!

Floyd said...

That is a cool story! No doubt arranged by our Father to do the work He intended for you… Share your heart… It's a wonderful ministry. I pray His blessings on your words as I know they share His truth and bring Him honor...

Lori Dupes said...

:) I'm glad you wrote about this Kristy, it blesses us so!

Hazel Moon said...

Not happenstance, but ordained by God for this meeting. Thank you for sharing your beautiful story with us here at Tell Me a Story.

Hazel Moon said...

Recently I mailed a package with two of my books in it to a friend. The package was returned empty and the books are somewhere out there in la la land. My prayer is that a postal worker will take them and read them. God has his hand on even a situation that appears not so good.

Kristin Bridgman said...

Isn't God cool?! Thank you sweet friends for coming by. Hazel, I prayed the same thing about my lost book. . .that if it never gets to the publisher or back to me, that maybe someone out there needs to read it and God put it in just the right hands.

Rita said...

Thanks for sharing this beautiful story. I love the end of you blog: with Him each encounter is a blessing. That's so trforwKcue.

caryjo said...

Bless you. AND you were blessed. I hope it all goes together very well. The Lord laid my book writing on me, and it's to the publishing stretch. He is all I can truly trust. Life is so full of complication. But if HE is the Caller, we must be the doer. And He will pour His blessings. Counting on Him for whatever it is.

Stacie said...

This was beautiful, Kristin. I love that moment of prayer you described in the post office. It was a holy moment because Jesus said, "For where two or three are gathered together in My name, I am there in the midst of them."-Matthew 18:20.

Jody Lee Collins said...

Kristin, that is one encouraging God story! Don't you just love that He knows right where we are?