Teresa's Treasures

Phil loves to watch lightning and the usual rain that comes with it. One day this Spring, we were outside in the front of our house and it started to rain...not the rain that drives you inside, but the rain that's rather nice and peaceful. I watched as the tree (actually the one we call the devil tree, because it spits these feathery things in the Fall that are impossible to clean up) filled up with water. I could not help but be reminded that trees and Christians have a lot in common. They need a constant source to feed them . "Blessed is the man...whose delight is in the law of the Lord...He is like a tree planted by streams of water,"... Ps. 1:1, 2 One of the reasons a tree prospers is because it has a constant supply of water going to it. Jesus is our constant supply of water and if we keep drinking from Him we will be filled. "Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they will be filled." Matt. 5:6 But because we keep emptying ourselv

I deal with pain everyday of my life. It comes either in emotional, physical or spiritual ways. There are at least two statements I've heard about it. Pain is weakness leaving the body and No pain/No gain. The first promise that God gave woman was that she would have pain. I guess that's why I have so much of it. When we go back and take pain to its furthest conclusion, pain came about because of man's sin in the garden. Before Adam and Eve sinned, there was no pain. It was something I could not imagine. But when man sinned and separated himself from God, He promised pain to the woman in childbirth and that man would work by the sweat of his brow. I have been asked, "how do you manage having pain all the time?" And I answer, "Because everytime I suffer, I know that I'm living the promise that man would have pain, and because of man's separation from God, I know that pain makes me aware of how much I need God's presence." Today, I was mowing

We had stood there maybe 10 minutes complaining that the clerks were so slow and speculating why. We agreed that this post office was slower than the other one, yet, we believed, this one had fewer customers. We wondered why they didn't call in more back-up help and why there seemed to be only two people working at any one time. Surely there were more workers, somewhere, at least during peak hours, which it was then. There were about 10 or more people in line, now, and the line was only getting longer. So we chimed in talking to the man in front of us, who was just as upset as we were. When I had first arrived, the woman in front of me said, "You might as well get in line, and just wait with the rest of us." Somehow, the post office just brings out the worst in people, but sometimes it brings out the best. She looked very tired, as I made it to the front of the line, and walked toward her. I told her I wanted a roll of stamps, the ones that are "forever" and ask