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.



Tuesday, July 1, 2014

Grace in the Back Seat

The man in the back seat was a homeless man we had met at the bridge. Twelve days earlier, at same bridge, he was wild eyed, eyes red as blood and filled with tears, anger and anguish pouring out of him like sweat. He was suicidal and homicidal. He was crying out for help. Later that evening he cried out to God and made Jesus Christ his Lord and Savior.

Twelve days later we all had just left church. We were on our way to get lunch. His eyes were not red anymore but white as snow, white as snow was his soul, forgiven and redeemed because of the red that flowed from Jesus. There was peace and a smile on his face. His eyes sparkled and still wet at times, but now it was because of gratefulness.

I know people wonder, “What  do you talk about in the car.” This day we talked about hair, yes, hair. He noticed my hair was puffier than normal. My husband laughed telling him my hair was natural curly and when wet, it springs up like tight little springs.  I’m always fighting those springs with the blow dryer, big rollers and a flat iron. When there is humidity in the air as was the case this day, my hair puffs.

The man in the backseat laughed telling us in a loving way about his momma having had natural curly hair. This momma, who had to give him up when he was four because she and the dad were alcoholics and could not take care of him. Because of this, he ended up in foster homes that were not loving and bad memories he carried out of there with him.

But this day, we talk about curly hair and I sat in the front seat thinking of grace and how truly amazing it really is. The man in the backseat, because of Jesus, was able to forgive his parents and could reminisce of something lovely, such as his momma’s natural curly hair. Of all the turmoil he went through for years, God blessed him with a sweet memory who in turn shared it with us.

I silently sat in the front seat and asked God to forgive me for all the times I complained about my thick head of natural curly hair. Maybe someday, it will be a lovely memory to someone down the road.


Karen said...

Sweet memory

Jennie Lathrop said...

Oh if we all could just look at them as everyday, ordinary people with reasons to love, laugh, and cry. To embrace them and love them in spite of their place in society. What a difference it would make in their lives just as it did in this man's life! Christ IS the answer to all those heartaches. So thankful this man found that out for himself.

And I love that he even NOTICED your hair was fluffier!! Most men would be oblivious!! :)

Stacey said...

Such sweetness :)

Hazel Moon said...

It was a trip to Beauty School: Our two girls with straight hair ordered a curly permanent, and our Foster daughter with natural curly hair, ordered straightener. Isn't it funny that we are often not satisfied with our looks and try to change our appearance. :-)