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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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Monday, March 24, 2014

Spitting In The Milk Carton




When I was a very little girl, there was an older couple who lived right behind us. Their names were Dovie and Sterling. He fascinated me. I’m not sure why other than the fact that I remember him in his rocking chair on the front porch saying he didn’t believe in God. Even as a little five year old girl, I thought that was odd. I thought at the time, everyone believed. He also always had a swollen cheek. I didn't understand why until I got older.

 Another thing that fascinated me and I guess I thought it was odd was the screened in porch on the back of their house. When I would go visit,  I would enter through this screened in porch and walk into their kitchen. Lined up all along the walls of this porch were empty, quart sized, cardboard milk cartons. I found out in my young years as well as my sister what chewing tobacco was.
 
I just remember watching Sterling as he would stick a wad of Bazooka Bubble gum in his mouth and chew until it softened up. Then he would take it out and wrap it around a piece of tobacco and start chewing again. . .and spitting that nasty looking juice into the milk cartons. My sister tells the story of when she was little and visiting them too, wanting to have some of Sterling's tobacco, so he gave it to her. But instead of spitting, she swallowed hers. Can you guess what happened? She got sick.
 
As I pondered this story, it made me think of sin. When we allow sin into our lives, it eventually will make us sick. And just like my sister, we need to remove the sickness. We can't throw up the sin, but we can throw it off.

Ephesians 4:22-24

22 to put off your old self, which belongs to your former manner of life and is corrupt through deceitful desires, 23 and to be renewed in the spirit of your minds, 24 and to put on the new self, created after the likeness of God in true righteousness and holiness.

 
. . .and we could also spit. . .
right on the ol' devil's head!

Years later, I can't look at a piece of bubble gum without thinking of Sterling, my spitting neighbor and wondering if he put off his old self and put on the new in time.
I sure hope he did!


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4 comments:

Hazel Moon said...

My Grandpa on my dad's side chewed tobacco, and he used a large used coffee can to collect his spit. He picked up the habit when they lived in the south and it is one of those habits difficult to break. I do believe my grandpa loved God, and my dear sweet grandma too. Your post brings back memories, and your illustration of sin was a good one.

Denise said...

Glad you shared.

Joy said...

I think it was a disgusting habit and it was not good for the body either like sin.
yes, we need God's words to guide us to sin free life and to pray for others.

Becky L. said...

what a story and thanks for sharing it. I've known people and still do who chew tobacco. What's even worse is when they come into the hardware store where I work, with it in their mouth! And talk! I almost got one guy to lose it by laughing too hard! When will they ever learn? But tobacco in chewing gum? Now that's icky! Have a good day!