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 16, 2015

White Snow White

No, not snow white, the fairy tale princess. We had a snow fall today and it was so beautiful. I’m not a cold weather lover but I do admire the beauty of the snow.  I’ve heard every snow flake has its own pattern…just like people.  That’s just like God to be so creative. Only one verse came to my mind about snow, which you will read at the end of this, but I did think of the white horses at the end of the bible.
            In Revelation 6:2, John writes,
            “I heard one of the four living creatures say in a voice like thunder, ‘Come!’ I looked, and there before me was a white horse.  Its rider held a bow, and he was given a crown, and he rode out as a conqueror bent on conquest.
            In Revelation 19:11 John describes this,
            “I saw heaven standing open and there before me was a white horse, whose rider is called Faithful and True…then down to verse 14,
            “The armies of heaven were following Him, riding on white horses and dressed in fine linen, white and clean.
            It sounds like a prince charging in on his white horse to save the damsel.  Actually, the rider called Faithful and True had written on his robe and on his thigh the name King of Kings and Lord of Lords.  Even better!
            His entrance here signals the end of the false powers.  A great battle will ensue and we know the ending.  He will conquer, will take his bride and ascend to the New Earth.
            Revelations describes a perfect city with no evil.  Paradise is re-created in the New Jerusalem.  I bet there will be ponds there, but I’m not sure about the snow.
            Snow White had her prince.  But again, that was just a fairy tale.  She was not a real woman, but if she was, I think she would be in Heaven.  Any woman who could live with, work with, and clean up after seven men, and with names like Grumpy, and Dopey, and still whistle, has to be an angel. OK, all kidding aside, the King of Kings and Lord of Lords charging in on his white horse and taking his bride, the church, to a paradise like place is no fairy tale.  It’s the real deal. 
            The bible says our sins are as scarlet but Jesus makes them white as snow.  I smile as I look out at the clean, pure snow, thankful that I took that step of faith and knowing how He sees me, white as the pure driven snow.  Because of this I will be in paradise with Him someday.  I hope you will be there too.
            For us believers, I guess you could say,
            “And they lived happily ever after.

Tuesday, February 10, 2015

A Valentine From the Homeless Cowboy

I met a gentleman who is experiencing homelessness at the moment. They call him "Cowboy" out on the streets. He spends much time writing and I asked him if he would share his latest,
A Valentine. . .Enjoy
(Please leave your comments to Deese, thank you)

The Broken Empty Vase by Deese

The Broken Shattered Vase: Valentine's Day. 
 When I was a child, how many valentines’ heart shaped candy always said Be My Valentine? How many valentines did I give to you over the years? More than I can imagine in my life. As I see the heartaches, the sadness and the broken dreams of each card I gave you, it said a lot of things. I love you.
So many years have gone by and here stands a shattered broken vase with no flowers. A card of all the promises I say to you and a broken vase. I left you long time ago in a vase, with a broken heart. All the promises I say to you on Valentine's Day, I came up short.  I broke your heart.  There are so many things that I left unsaid. I was not there when I needed you in my life. I left you in tears. I promised all the love to you Lord but, I say to you that I would give to you on Valentine's Day; in all the serenaded love songs like you do with us you serenaded us with love songs so when the birds sing to you and to us I would like to give you the same, my Lord. It would be a love to you like every morning as all the birds are singing songs to you sir and to us .
So if I can give it to you, my lord, it would be like the hummingbirds when they hum to Leader of the band; with lyrics and the morning dove's they are singing to you sir home come on home yea who are weary come home softly and tenderly calling home come on home blue jays: they are singing to you. This land is your land this land is our land to you sir and the red cardinals, they are singing too, lord and the old gospel hymn My Lord What a Morning and the woodpeckers. They are singing to you, their songs as they were pecking on an old tree. Singing to you like the Old Rugged Cross and the black birds with their dreams and their dear songs to you sir. And it is like the morning has broken, like the first morning, And like the first sunlight, Fresh from the word. And like the old owls; they are singing to you I saw the light I saw the light I saw the light I saw the light into the night as the morning sun, is come up and   pelicans and seagulls were singing to you with dear tears. Aye Calypso the places you’ve been to, the things that you’ve shown us, the stories you tell and so sir we see the story you tell us of the good old book of Agape love. So the eagles are singing to you sir. as they soar through Colorado rocky mountain high and He gave me a home where the buffalo room where the deer’s and the antelope play where never I heard a discouraging word and the sky's it is clouded all day and a cowboy see’s a love on the open range to you lord now I stand here with nothing but a Shattered Broken Vase which has been emptied over the years in my life. 
The cards fell short. The things I should have said in those cards over the years and all the love to you”   I was to say.  There were promises I was to fill it with but failed to keep. A cowboy's heart is full of love to give but, I fell short. If I can give all the roses that you can see in the vase that is a love that comes from within us, is Agape love that you give us.  So Lord I come to you sir on Valentine's Day as a broken shattered vase.  My love for you is a love that is true love as a cowboy to you sir.  Thank you for the old tree and the three rusty, old nails, that you gave life . . .So we can have life.  Thank you on Valentine's Day.


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!"


Tuesday, February 3, 2015

Grace in the Mess

"I'm not helping good people or bad people. I'm just helping human beings."  anonoymous
A group of ladies wanted to help by giving men under the bridge winter clothes and other such stuff.  But when they heard some were drinking and the older one chose to stay there, they pulled their things back and didn't want to help. . .and they didn't.
"If you judge people, you have no time to love them." Mother Teresa
My insides cringed at this.  Do we only help and share the love of Christ with only those who have their "act together".  How many of those are out there even in the church?  Do we only help and love those who have all their issues fixed and addictions cured and sins forgiven.  Are not these the ones who need it most?
"By judging others we blind ourselves to our own evil and to the grace which others are just entitiled to as we are."  Bonhoeffer
I am friends with a registered sex offender. . .a one time felony long ago that he paid for and repented of.  When I met him he was newly homeless and scared and didn't want to tell me for awhile.  We talked for about an hour and then he shared his past.  I didn't react with horror.  I just asked questions and I listened.  I shared about the love of God and forgiveness.  He wasn't sure.  Over the next several months, God began dealing with him and brought a few others to him that began a bible study and then began taking him to church.  I continued to be his friend along with my husband.
Love me most when I deserve it least~Swedish proverb
Last March my friend rededicated his life to the Lord and has been very faithful ever since.  My husband and I can even see a change in his body language, his demeanor, his face. 
What if people had left the minute they knew about him.  Most of them do.  But the few who stayed, God worked through to reach our friend and now he and we know for sure the address of his permanent home. And he is now sharing the good news and love of Christ with others.
Grace was shown on a cross on a hill.  Don't you know it was messy? Messy with blood and thorns and the ugliness and mess of sins of the whole world. But our Savior, our Jesus, our Christ, our Lord, stepped into the mess and poured out grace and love.  He didn't turn his back on me and I for one, have been changed. Have you? Are you grateful?  Enough to step into the mess? 

"Let us touch the dying, the poor, the lonely and the unwanted according to the graces we have received and let us not be ashamed or slow to do the humble work."
Mother Teresa

Dear Lord,
I pray for all who step into the messes whether that be in Africa, under the bridge, or in our own homes. All places are filled with people who need your love and encouragement.  Fill the steppers with strength and courage and love that looks past the mess and sees the beauty of your creation. May you give all these precious ones the discernment and wisdom to know the what, the where and the how and that we may not always know the why but we know the One who does. . . You, and that is enough. May we all just trust and obey and love and leave the rest up to you.
Thank you Father for stepping into the messes.
Thank you for bringing beauty out of the messes.
Thank you for not leaving me in the mess.
In Jesus Name,

This was a repost. . .
The man who chose to stay under the bridge. . .moved into his own place a year ago and is still there doing well.

The other one from the beginning of this post went into a rehab in another town over 3 months ago and is still there working it out. I am proud of him.

Friday, January 30, 2015

Dear Teen-Age Self. . .

 I came across this great blog one day and found the author had written a wonderful book for teen girls. . .
  Her book was written to help young teen girls realize the beauty of God’s grace. She tells them they don't have to be all, do all, appear all. All you need is Jesus, and this book is a gentle reminder to teen girls to rest-rest-rest in Jesus’ love.
And so in her blog this day, she asked people to write letters to their teen-age self and tell themselves things, give advice, whatever is on their heart.  Sounded interesting to me, so I gave it a try.

Dear Teen-Age Me. . .

Thought I would give you some advice I wish I had heard back then with you. . .SO, better late than never right?

Hear it goes Sweetie,

Don't be scared, fear is from the enemy. God is with you always.

God is bigger than any circumstance.

Don't be afraid to be you.

You don't have to be like everyone else.

Learn to laugh at yourself, it makes life so much easier.

 Appreciate the thick, curly, frizzy hair God gave you. Grown women spend BIG money to get the body of hair God naturally gave you.

And when you blow out those birthday candles with your long pigtails hanging down. . .pull them up before leaning over to blow. Hair torches very quickly and doesn't smell good.

When Mom cuts off your waist length hair into a pixie, don't cry.  Our hair grows really quick.

If people laugh, it's their problem, not yours.

When you grow into the Farrah Fawcett feathers, remember they do not have to be perfect.  Throw on a headband and give the hairspray can a break every now and then.

When you and your friend decide to dress up for costume day at school, just remember you have to take a drivers test right afterwards; no time to change
Learn to stand strong on your own and not just when your best friend is beside you.
Jesus is with you, you're never alone.
You are much stronger than you think, don't forget.
Talk to people, they really don't bite.
Being sensitive can be a wonderful trait, but beware of it letting you get hurt over the littlest of things.

You can't please everyone all the time.

Your Heavenly Father is pleased with you.  Rest in that fact.
Don't stay in the box, get out and do adventuresome things. . .it's way more fun. (I know you dressed as a clown and went to school, but be even more adventuresome than that.

Don't waste your time always wishing for that wonderful, perfect boyfriend.  The right one will come along in God's timing and it will be worth it.

Quit daydreaming about Barry Manilow, he's too old for you.

Don't stop playing the violin.  You'll be sorry that you quit.

When you start writing that short story, don't quit.  Take it out of the trash can and keep writing.  You will be glad you did.

Make more friends.  Know that some are just for a season and some will be for a lifetime.  But make them. The more you have the more fun life is.  

I know you love to read, but read more of a variety of writings.  The Nancy Drew Series is wonderful, but the classics and biographies and others are wonderful too and will expand your mind.  Oh, and when you grow up, Winnie the Pooh will still be a favorite of yours.  He is a classic.

Get more involved in church and community activities.  It will make you stronger and more confident.

Look outside of yourself more and onto others.

Don't covet the curves you see the other girls having.  You are special just the way you are.  Learn that now, because the curves never come. . .and it's ok.

Thank your big sister more for the things she did for you.  She'll be even more awesome later.

The enemy loves to lie in your ear.  Don't ever listen.  Listen to that other voice that whispers in your soul.  And learn to kick the other one to the curb.

You are a daughter of the King; hold your head high and be confident in that.

Don't allow your joy to depend on your circumstances or put your happiness on the shoulders of other people. At some point you will be let down.  Put your joy in the Lord always and you will be just fine.
You will become more confident in time.
  And when people take your picture, quit kissing the guy and look ahead.
Weigh your decisions on God's Word and not on people's opinions.

I'm sorry to tell you this, but life will have more pains, but you can make it through because You have Him who is greater, He who is bigger, and who loves you more than anything.  He will give you strength and courage when you need it.

Life will also have many joys and because of Him, start counting your blessings early and not just the big ones but the little tiny ones too.  Open your eyes to see ALL of them everyday and thank Him for each one.

Look for the lessons He brings your way and learn from them.

You made the most important decision of your life at the tender age of 12.  I'm so proud of you.  It will carry you through the rest of your life.  He, who died for your sins, will carry you into adulthood and give you a great life.  Don't worry and fret. Look forward to it and enjoy each step of the way.  It only gets better.

You are a great gal hon, keep your chin up, your knees knelt in reverance, hands raised in praise, and eyes on the Lord.  Your gonna be just fine.

You are loved!

From your grown up, more secure self,

What would you tell your teen age self?