by Teresa Shields Parker | Mar 2, 2022 | Blog, Devotional, Health, Inspiration, Purpose, Teresa's Journey, Uncategorized
Losing an extreme amount of weight isn’t just a physical issue. I’ve lost 250 pounds so I can say this at least about my journey. It was and still is a very spiritual issue. I wanted to lose weight, eat healthily and exercise but no matter what diet I went on, even if... 
by Teresa Shields Parker | Jul 27, 2019 | Blog, Family, Purpose, Teresa's Journey, Writing Helps
I was in eighth grade and the sponsor for our junior high newspaper had made me fiction editor. It was a big honor because usually only ninth graders got that privilege. I was the only one who had written poems and short stories that had been published when I was a... 
by Teresa Shields Parker | Aug 5, 2018 | Blog, Devotional, Health, Inspiration, Teresa's Journey
Today, I turn 65 years old. It’s a mile marker age in many ways. By the time we get to this place, we understand and accept the fact that we are not all that and God is. I not only know, but have experienced, that when I am weak in my human strength, then I am... 
by Teresa Shields Parker | May 28, 2018 | Blog, Devotional, Health, Inspiration, Magazine, overcomers, Purpose, Teresa's Journey
Built in the 70s, the wooden exterior was old and weathered. The rails were splintery. Long narrow steps led down to a dark room filled with people I didn’t know. It was the kick off of the Harmful Life Patterns group. I knew those there had some prevailing issues in... 
by Teresa Shields Parker | Feb 21, 2017 | Devotional, Health, sweet change, Teresa's Journey
I walked into the youth parents’ meeting huffing and puffing. I was late as usual. There were more parents there than expected so the meeting place had been moved to the general purpose meeting room with the orange chairs. Not that I am against orange chairs. I love... 
by Teresa Shields Parker | Sep 23, 2015 | Devotional, Purpose, Teresa's Journey, Uncategorized, Write the Vision
The mid-day humidity envelops me like a blanket, smothering. My foot stumbles over rocks strewn on the path. My clothes cling to me. Sweat pours down my face. I swat at a fly that buzzes around my head. I can’t do this. This is too hard. The hill does not seem...
