Ponderings: Home Away From Home

Welcome

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

*****EXCITING NEWS*****

My first book, Ya Know What I'm Say'n, has been released.

Sunday, June 1, 2014

Home Away From Home

I stood at the bridge with 80 guests all who had come for food and fellowship. There were also guests from a sister church in Scotland who had come to visit, to learn, to serve our guests beside us. Their Scottish accent, one British flowing amongst all the southern Kentucky Ya'll's was a wonderful sound. We had come together to serve and love all in the name of Christ. I don't know that there is a more beautiful sight.

Even though the man in dirty, sweaty clothes comes with liquor breath and blurry eyes and a huge smile, he is loved on. The sweet children with dirty feet and snotty noses are loved on. And this woman who has been forgiven of her own dirty sins, sins no different in the eyes of the Lord, is loved on by all around her.

This place with the green grass and benches, concrete sitting and a walking bridge in front of her with a river rolling below, she feels at home here.

You may ask why. Because this is where God planted her and she has become comfortable. Why? Because it became home. These people have become family. No, she doesn't know all their names, but she sees them as people created by a God who loves them as He loves her. She loves on them and they love on her. She sees compassion and grace flowing all around the bridge.

The bridge is like an open door for guests to arrive, a place they know they will be accepted and loved on, a place where they can find what they truly need; nourishment for the belly and the soul.

Some may not realize what they are receiving, but down deep I think they know they've experienced something good because they keep coming back. . .and it's not always for the food.