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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.


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Wednesday, March 19, 2014

Loving the Neighbors



My 82 year old mother is a dear and that is not just from me. Everyone who meets my mother falls in love with her no matter what their age.  She has two families on either side of her. The parents do not speak English. My mother had 1 year of Spanish in high school. Remember she is 82. High school was a looong time ago for her. But on her computer she types out English and Spanish words. She has been working with one of the mothers for a long time. The mother is getting better with her English.



All the kids from both sides come over to just visit with my mother. She brings out the crayons, markers, paper and stapler. After some time, they have become so comfortable in her home they just help themselves to the craft room. They love to draw and make things for her.  She has baked a birthday cake for each child on their special day. She has made cookies for them. And in turn, the mothers make a special trip over with a helping of their dinner for her.  Sometimes she could eat it and sometimes they made it so spicy she could not. They have learned over the years to tame down the spices for her.



My mother dotes on the children, she helps them with their homework. She helps them with English, they help her with Spanish. She plays games with them. She is a grandmother to them. And she is modeling the love of Christ.



The neighbors are so good to her too. One of the mother's crocheted my mother cute slippers for her feet, both have brought her flowers and gifts on her birthday year after year and they shower her with love. The little boys are so polite and if out at the same time with my mom, they will open the doors for her.


I was home last November, and I witnessed the love, the give and take, the sharing, the giggles and the hugs. I was a little envious that I couldn't be there with my mom every day like they were. But I realized what a gift for me to know that my mom who lives 750 miles away, is watched over and cared for and loved by her neighbors. They are a blessing to her as she is such a blessing to them.


The neighbors and my mother could have ignored each other when they were new to one other. They could have let the language barrier keep them apart. They both could have let prejudices get in the way. But my mother reached out and the neighbors reached back. They are like a family now. The children's grandmother lives in Mexico and cannot come over very often. But they have one next door. My mother has grown grandchildren who live away. But she has some next door each day.

Many could learn a valuable lesson in these times today by watching my mother and her neighbors.



This is some of the handmade love from the little boys for my mom. . .

 










This is in honor of my mother and her two neighbors for modeling such a beautiful picture of the commandment, "Love your neighbor as yourself." And don't you know how honored God must feel to see his children loving one another, even with the language barriers. With real love, there really are no barriers.
 
 
 
 
 

2 comments:

Denise Oldham said...

Such a great tribute.

Hazel Moon said...

This is such a sweet post and so much love shone from neighbors and your darling mother.