when you lose the horizon

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Pain is a great teacher. It is not a journey any of us would volunteer for, but once there, it can reveal valuable truths that we cannot learn any other way.

When we go through a crisis, it is not at all unusual to feel disoriented. The world looks different after a layoff, diagnosis, death of a loved one, or when distressing news is dropped on our doorstep. Continue reading “when you lose the horizon”

in the waiting

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About 6 months ago I moved to a new town.  I’ve been thinking a lot about what is it that God wants me to do here? I’ve had the feeling of stay still for a long while now but I don’t want to stay still. I’ve thought about starting a women’s group but I question if I am wanting to start it for all the right reasons. Of course I want to bring glory to God through anything I do. But are the emotions of missing the ladies in the community I once was part of triggering this?  Is it something I want to start to keep me busy because I am not feeling purposeful at this moment in time?  Continue reading “in the waiting”

deserve

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Every day I hear people say to one another, “You deserve it” or “I deserve it”.

And while I hate that word, deserve, my actions and attitudes prove that I often feel the same way. I feel I deserve to be treated with respect. I deserve to get good assignments. I deserve for life to go smoothly. I deserve rest.

I do not understand what I do. For what I want to do I do not do, but what I hate I do. And if I do what I do not want to do, I agree that the law is good. As it is, it is no longer I myself who do it, but it is sin living in me. For I know that good itself does not dwell in me, that is, in my sinful nature. For I have the desire to do what is good, but I cannot carry it out. For I do not do the good I want to do, but the evil I do not want to do—this I keep on doing. Now if I do what I do not want to do, it is no longer I who do it, but it is sin living in me that does it. Romans 7:15-20 Continue reading “deserve”

prayer

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My childhood pastor made a statement recently on social media that really resonated with me. I’m kicking myself right now for not writing it down, so I’m paraphrasing him. He basically said that when we pray (as the modern day church), do we pray like we truly believe that God is going to deliver on His promises? Do we pray like we believe that He has the power to heal, to provide, to restore, to deliver? Continue reading “prayer”

accepting

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John 13: 3-9

Jesus knew that the Father had put all things under his power, and that he had come from God and was returning to God; so he got up from the meal, took off his outer clothing, and wrapped a towel around his waist. After that, he poured water into a basin and began to wash his disciples’ feet, drying them with the towel that was wrapped around him.

He came to Simon Peter, who said to him, “Lord, are you going to wash my feet?”

Jesus replied, “You do not realize now what I am doing, but later you will understand.”

“No,” said Peter, “you shall never wash my feet.”

Jesus answered, “Unless I wash you, you have no part with me.”

“Then, Lord,” Simon Peter replied, “not just my feet but my hands and my head as well!”

I was recently in the USVI assisting with hurricane recovery. One of my main duties was to assist survivors with registering for aid. This was aid to fix their homes, replace the possessions they lost and to assist them with getting food, water and medical supplies. Many people had been through this before. The USVI was nearly flattened by Hurricane Hugo in the late 80s.

But for some people, it was very hard for them to ask for help. They would come because their need was great, but then they were embarrassed by their circumstances. As you can imagine, home insurance when you live on an island is very expensive. Many people cannot afford to purchase it, especially after their home is paid for.

The economy has been hard for these people as well. Many of the industries on the island closed years before this hurricane. So what little some people had was gone.

I remember sitting across from a gentleman. He was unemployed and had been living in a shelter. The shelter was destroyed. What little he had was gone. He needed help and he knew it, but sitting across from me in yet another shelter asking for assistance was too hard. He barely answered my questions, mumbling when he did.

When we got to the question about insurance, he looked at me with a jaded look in his eyes, no, he had no insurance. For some reason I stopped. I kept his eye contact and said to him, “You know, if this type of disaster happened in my community, I would be doing the same thing you are doing. I would need help too. You are doing the right thing.” For the first time since sitting down across from me, he smiled. Asked my name again and told me a little about himself.

The judgement he was giving himself for his situation and the perceived judgement he believed I would give him, for that moment was gone. We were two people having a conversation and trying to make a bad situation a little better.

Later when I talked to God, He impressed upon me that I am often like that man. I feel guilt and judgement because I continually fail. I continually do the things I really don’t want to do. But, just like I was not judging that gentleman that day, God does not judge me. I have asked for forgiveness. He has forgiven all of my sins; past, present and future. When I repent, I am doing so, not for forgiveness, but to bring me back into right relationship with Jesus. To open my heart, realize where I am veering off the path and lean into Christ to change me.

But there is another step that I have a hard time with, accepting the forgiveness. Accepting is hard. I know who I am, my bad choices, and the areas I continually fail. But that is a crucial step in repentance. I need to accept forgiveness and turn from what is causing me to stumble.

I may be wrong here, but I think if we don’t accept the forgiveness: feel the feelings of regret and shame, the feelings of really receiving forgiveness and the feelings or turning from that thing and trusting Jesus with the next steps, I think it is easier to do it again. I mean, we already know we probably will. Does that make sense?

Just as Peter didn’t feel worthy of Jesus washing his feet. I am not worthy of the forgiveness and grace I receive. But I have to let go of the feeling and do the accepting. Just as Jesus told Peter, he had to let Jesus wash his feet. He had to feel the imbalance in their relationship, in the receiving, to truly understand what Jesus was doing.

That imbalance is so hard to feel. I push away from that feeling. It uncovers the great need in me. The need I am not able to fulfill. The need only Jesus can fill. As uncomfortable and hurtful it may feel, we need to feel that imbalance. The injustice our sin put on Jesus. It changes us. And we all need that change!

Thank God for giving me what I do not deserve, what I can never deserve.

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Teresa Neal is a Christ follower, wife, and mother. Her passion is to see women grow in their relationship with Jesus and understand how great His love is for them. She attends LCBC Church in Waynesboro and leads a women’s life group. You can email her at connectingwomenwithgod@gmail.com.

One Wise Woman

beachpath-1024x714Our plan was to not have a plan. We both simply wanted to sit, relax, chat and look at the waves for four glorious days. So, a week or so ago, Pat and I went away for a much needed rest at the beach. We rented a beautiful condo right on the ocean. What a view!

It was a great trip – we walked along the sand, watched the waves for hours, had long conversations, and took a little trip down memory lane. The condo was in Bethany Beach – but memory lane was a little ways up the coastal highway in a sweet seaside town called Rehoboth.

When I was a little girl, my grandparents lived on a farm on Maryland’s Eastern Shore not too far from there – a visit to their place in the summer always meant a day trip to the beach. My parents would rent a cottage for two weeks every summer while I was growing up and Pat & I continued the summer tradition when our boys came along.

I have so many wonderful memories of Rehoboth Beach – they span from the earliest memories of my childhood up until when my boys were teenagers. So…it was fun to walk all over the little town and the boardwalk – remembering this and remembering that. We spent the day conjuring up old family vacation stories and recalling the early years of marriage and family. As we walked along Baltimore Avenue, I stopped Pat in front of a cute little restaurant and asked him,

 newrestaurantphoto.jpg“Do you know what happened here?” Continue reading “One Wise Woman”

Craveable

Craveable graphicChocolate.

Cheese.

Tacos.

All things dip.

And coffee.

Who can forget about coffee? As a young mom, coffee is my lifeblood. My source of sanity most days. My body craves the smell, the taste, and that oh so sweet caffeine surging through my exhausted body one blissful drop at a time.

This is not my grocery list (although it could be). This is the stuff CRAVINGS are made of.  We always think of cravings as indulgences or even fantasies if we are “dieting”, but they are almost always indicative of something deeper. Continue reading “Craveable”