by Teresa Shields Parker | May 22, 2020 | Blog, Health, Poems and fiction, Uncategorized
When she was really, really, really, really fat She ceased to be free. She stopped trying. She stopped living. She simply existed. Her wings were broken, torn asunder By her own deceptively sweet, yet destructive habits. She sat alone nursing her tattered and...
by Teresa Shields Parker | Jul 27, 2019 | Blog, Inspiration, Poems and fiction, Purpose, Uncategorized
Curls spilled over her face in various shades of purple. A tiny drawstring was the only thing that held baggy khaki shorts on her body. The loose, white top with open back helped to declare the colorful words tattooed on every available inch of her body that could be...
by Teresa Shields Parker | Nov 20, 2018 | Blog, Fiction, Poems and fiction
The brisk breeze necessitated lying closer together, at least that’s what he told himself. It seemed the dark violet sky wanted to swallow them surrounding each completely. In contrast, the three moons of Trikala glowed various neon colors first light purple...
by Teresa Shields Parker | Oct 31, 2018 | Blog, Devotional, Inspiration, Poems and fiction, Purpose, Uncategorized
There’s so much noise in the world. Too many words telling me how to think. Soon my mind is no longer mine And I am buried in others’ words. I begin to spit out what I hear Without asking what He thinks, The One who is Wisdom Himself. Is there a way to...
by Teresa Shields Parker | Sep 3, 2018 | Blog, Health, Inspiration, overcomers, Poems and fiction, Poetry
There was a girl inside me Who wondered who she would be. Teacher, lawyer, author or Missionary to the poor? Take charge, get ‘er done planner, Achiever and crazy dreamer. Artist, storyteller, too. Any and all she could do. Of her gifts, one she...
by Teresa Shields Parker | Dec 25, 2017 | Blog, Health, Inspiration, Poems and fiction, Purpose
The quiet is active tonight as I lay. For each one dear to me, I pray. I know He hears the words I say. In His time He will act by night and day. His promises I believe. His grace I do receive. His miracles I perceive Are the gifts to me He leaves. I...