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, February 9, 2015

Love Letter to the Homeless

Dear One,

As you sit under that bridge, warming up by the fire you built,

Do you know that He loves you?


As you sleep under the stars,

Do you know that He loves you?


As you walk the streets, looking for cans and change,

Do you know that He loves you?


You may not feel loved, but you are.

He sees your every move

He knows your every thought,

Do you know Him?


He has been with you from the moment you were conceived.

He has always been with you, heard every word from you,

He has known your every thought. . .while waiting.


His Beloved Son paid the penalty for your sins because of Their great love for you.

Do you know this?


You say, “I’m bad, I’m filthy, I’ve done wrong things, I’ve made wrong choices.”

He knows dear one,

His love covers over a multitude of sins.


Sins as filthy as rags can be made white as snow.

Do you know this kind of love?


People have hurt you?

He can heal you.


Wherever you are, there He is also. . .

Waiting, because He loves you so.


You say, “I’ve never seen Him.”

When that man bought you lunch, He was there.

When the blanket lady handed you blankets and gave you a hug, He was there,

When that man led you to help, He was there,

When Salvation Army fed you, He was there,

When Red Cross gave you a cup of hot coffee, He was there,

When Hotel, Inc. gave you information you needed, He was there,

When you were given a good diagnosis, He was there.

When Hope House gave you a new pair of shoes, He was there.

When that young man witnessed to you, He was there.

When the nurse took your blood pressure, He was there.
When that lady handed you a Bible, He was there.
When that man handed you a coat and patted you on the back, He was there.
When you think you are alone, you are not, He is there.


Dear one,

The streets can be hard

They can make one weary.

Come to Him and He will give you rest.


When you open the door of your heart to Him

He will welcome you home.


Oh Dear One,

Do you hear the message?

Your Heavenly Father loves you!

Jesus Christ is waiting with His loving arms open to you.

Do you hear Him?  He is saying “Come.”


How do I know this? 

I went to him with my filthy rags and opened the door of my heart.

He came and cleansed me white as snow.

He sent me to you.

He says to us, “I have loved you with an everlasting love.”


Dear One,

There is no greater love than this,

That He layed down His life to save another. . .

You and me.


But death could not hold its sting

He was raised to win the victory.


Oh Dear One,

Do you hear Him?


“You are loved!”

 "You are loved!"

 "You are loved!"



Margie Ryne said...

Love your blog!

Kristin Bridgman said...

Thank you Ma'm! :)

Maryellen said...

More than words, they are a beautiful melody of the spirit from one servant heart to a homeless heart. A person does not have to be homeless to have a homeless heart.

Anonymous said...

Your writings are such an inspiration. Beautiful words inspired from God from one of the most loving and caring person I know. Keep writing---