Tuesday With Teri

Devotions from lessons I'm learning from God

A Christmas Tree Angel, A Reminder of Grace December 23, 2016

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A Christmas Tree Angel….reposting this story has become a tradition. Each year I continue to be reminded of God’s grace as I see her oddly perched atop our tree.  This year my angel is still carefully tucked away in storage, we are on our boat for Christmas, but her image is never far from my thoughts this time of year.  I hope you have enjoyed the advent posts this year as much as I have enjoyed writing them. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year and new beginnings!

            I’m not sure where she came from.  I’m not even certain of her age.   I do know that she sat atop the Christmas tree for many of my growing up years, quietly presiding over each holiday season.  I acquired her from my mother many years ago.

Her gold foil, cardboard wings, once ended in perfect points extending her stature to seven inches.  Now her wing span is slightly reduced, as the tips went from being slightly bent, to folded, until they eventually tore off.  Her dark red velvet dress, trimmed with gold brick brack, fits snuggly to her waist before flowing over her cardboard form.  Her once silky, radiant white hair, now hangs in brittle coils around her shoulders.  A little gold foil halo covers a place on her head where some of her hair has given way to the passage of time.

Her head and hands are made of wax, as is the candle she holds in one hand.  I remember her as a beautiful lady, her face perfect and delicate.  Those qualities are now faded.  Her head, once held high and straight, has melted somewhat.  It now bows lovingly downward and a bit to the right.  Two years ago a significant amount of time and effort was put into re-attaching her long held candle to her now miss shaped hand.  Yep, she’s a bit of mess you might say.  I like that about her.

She doesn’t light up or sparkle, and quite often she is too small for the tree, making her look even more out of place.  But I look forward to her presence in my living room each Christmas.  Late at night, when the tree is lit and others have gone on to bed, I find myself thinking of her and all we have in common.

I too, know what it’s like to have my wings bent and torn.  I know what it feels like when your body gives itself over to the challenges of time.  My hair is no longer silky or radiant, and I only wish had a halo to hide the places where it has become thin.  I understand the sagging of her shoulders and the bowing of her head.  I have felt the weight every mother bears for her family.  I know the need to bow my head in constant prayer.   I love her imperfection.  She’s a holiday reminder that God loves us in our imperfection.

A love full of grace, a savior born to take on the sin of the world, a reason to celebrate, reflected in the melted features and unraveled edges of our Christmas tree Angel.

God’s love was revealed among us in this way. God sent His son into the world so we might live through Him. 1 John 4:9





Christmas Coat December 20, 2016

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This is the fouth week of Advent. Each week, leading up to Christmas, we pause in remembrance of the birth of our Savior. In some households, a candle will be lit in recognition of each of the Advent themes.   This week we consider LOVE and the birth of Jesus Christ.


It’s a gorgeous, red and black Christmas plaid, sweater coat and it is CRAZY SOFT! I may have squealed in delight the first time I touched the fuzzy fabric when I opened this gift from my friend. It hangs past my waist and easily wraps around me like a big bear hug. I think the best description for it would be COZY.


The obvious “coziness” of the sweater coat has led to a few kind encounters, and a few awkward ones as well. I appreciated the compliments I received about it throughout the day. “Wow, that looks warm.”, “I love your sweater!”, “Where did you find that, it looks cozy?”, “That looks really comfortable.”, “What a pretty coat.”, were just a few of the comments my sweater coat inspired. A bit awkward, but still kind, were the encounters I had with a couple of sales ladies who wanted to “pet” my arm and talk about the softness of the fabric.


I sent a text to my friend, the giver of the gift, and shared with her the compliments I had been receiving. Her reply was, “That’s great. I definitely saw you wearing it during the holidays.”


As I sit to collect my thoughts for this advent post about LOVE, the sweater coat is resting on the back of my chair. I find myself quieted by God’s sweet whisper of His message for me today.


Today, as I ran errands and finished my shopping, I was wrapped in a gift from a dear friend. The beauty of the gift was obvious to those who saw it. What was not obvious, was what was below the gift. Under the gift, my attire this day was wrinkled, possibly stained (I tend to spill at every meal), and generally not my most flattering top. The people I saw today did not see any of that…they saw Cozy, they saw WARMTH, they saw COMFORTABLE, they saw the GIFT.


Lord, this season, and all year long, may we be ever mindful of your LOVE for us. You sent your son, Jesus Christ, to this fallen world, to give us a hope for forgiveness.  You cover us with Your grace, wrap us in mercy and overwhelm us with the gift of Your LOVE. In all that we do, wherever we are, may others see that GIFT in us.  I pray you “definitely see me wearing it during the holidays.”


“For God so loved the world, that He gave His only Son, that whoever believes in Him will not perish, but have eternal life. For God did not send His son into the world to judge the world; but that the world would be saved through Him.” John 3:16-17






You don’t see THAT everyday! December 14, 2016

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This is the third week of Advent. Each week, leading up to Christmas, we pause in remembrance of the birth of our Savior. In some households, a candle will be lit in recognition of each of the Advent themes.   This week we consider PEACE and the birth of Jesus Christ.



 I was enjoying a nice jog on a local beach boardwalk when I had another “you don’t see THAT every day” moment. I saw the two ladies heading my way.  They were not in a hurry and were very engaged in conversation. As the ladies came closer, I noticed they were dressed in mismatched Christmas PJs, but THAT was not what made for the “you don’t see THAT every day” moment (because oddly enough, PJs in public on our boardwalk is not uncommon, sigh…). What made these ladies appearance a  “you don’t see THAT every day” moment was what one of them carried. Tucked up against her side and nestled in her arm was a small pale feathered CHICKEN!  You do NOT see THAT everyday!



As I continued past them, I kept looking back over my shoulder trying to confirm what I just saw. For the remainder of my run, I kept mulling over why someone would be carrying a chicken on a walk. I could not make sense of it. It was unexpected, unusual, and strange.  All I could do was shake my head, smile and think, “Whelp, you don’t see THAT every day”.


There are times in life when things do not fit into our expectations or understanding.


I imagine the look on the face of the cow who found a baby in his feeding trough one night. I picture his wet sticky nose inching over the edge of the manger before being shooed away by Joseph.


The cow had to have been thinking, “You don’t see THAT every day.”


I wonder if the shepherds turned to one another, following the appearance of the host of angels, and said, “you don’t see THAT every day!”


I think about the message those angels proclaimed that night,


“…today in the city of David there has been born for you a Savior who is Christ the Lord. …you will find a baby wrapped in cloths, lying in a manger….Glory to God in the highest, and on earth Peace among men…” Luke 2:12-14


A baby, the son of God, placed in a feeding trough?  


Swaddled and tucked into an unexpected place, born in an unusual way, amidst strange circumstances, laid our Savior. Jesus Christ, the son of God, born to bring PEACE and reconcile the sinfulness of man with the Holiness of God.

“You DON’T see THAT every day!!!”





Toilet Paper Roll Santa and other symbols of Joy December 5, 2016

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This is the second week of Advent.  Each week, four leading up to Christmas, we pause in remembrance of the birth of our Savior. In some households, a candle will be lit in recognition of each of the Advent themes.   This week we consider the JOY we have in Jesus.


It’s early in the morning, the darkness of my predawn living room is broken only by the lights from our Christmas tree. As I sip coffee from my favorite Christmas mug, I look over each ornament and am filled with Joy.


Pretty, blown glass balls of silver and blue are recent additions to our ornament collection. I love how they reflect and amplify the lights on the tree. Several of the ornaments are funny, gifted to us over the years, most of them themed in someway; beach, crabs, golf, boats, each conjuring memories of the crazy friends/family who gave them. But my all-time FAVORITE ornaments are those made by my mother-in-law and mom.


For many years, when the kids were little, my mother-in-law(Grammie) would make them ornaments. Tiny creations made from scraps of felt were perfect for little ones to place on the tree without supervision. They always got to hang their own. She lovingly turned plain ball ornaments into funny clown faces and even cute reindeers complete with antlers! Time, and my poor repacking skills, have lead to the demise of a few of these, but several have lasted and continue to hold a place on our tree. This morning my eyes rested on my favorite one and I smiled. There tucked sort of toward the back of the tree(sorry Grammie) was our one eyed reindeer. One of the reindeer’s googly eyes went missing many years ago, but he continues to be a valued part of our Christmas décor and memories.


My mom(Maw Maw) was always surprising me with unique creations for our tree. Small V8 cans were crushed, painted and transformed into angels. A bundle of small sticks, spray painted gold, became a lovey place for a small ornate birds nest with ribbon. A broken egg shell held a thimble full of moss, a small bird perched atop, and hung by a small red ribbon. But perhaps the best were her toilet paper creations. Toilet paper was somehow soaked, pressed into molds and came out as works resembling plaster angel faces. Even the empty toilet paper roll itself gave her inspiration…to someone else it was just trash, in my mom’s hands it became a painted, bearded Santa Claus.


I ran my hand over the rough beard of the toilet paper roll Santa Claus and laughed to myself at the uniqueness of her gifts….and then I considered Joy.


Maybe this season finds you changed by the years, perhaps it feels like something is missing, like our one-eyed reindeer…but know this my friend, you are a valued creation because of the God Who created you, not because you are perfect, but in every imperfection as well.


Maybe this season you are feeling empty, used up, cracked or a bit broken…we have a God who REDEEMS the lost, RESTORES the broken hearted and RECONCILES us to Himself even in our sin and imperfection.   In the hands of God, what is empty, used up, cracked and broken is made beautiful.

THIS is the GOOD NEWS OF A GREAT JOY of which the angels proclaimed….and it is STILL Good News to us all today, every day, to All PEOPLE.

And the angel said to them, “Do not be afraid; for behold I bring you good news of a great JOY which shall be for ALL the people; for today, in the city of David there has been born for you a SAVIOR, Who is Christ the Lord.” Luke 2:10-11



Deck the Halls with Fluorescent Orange… November 29, 2016

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This is the first week of Advent. Each week, four leading up to Christmas, we pause in remembrance of the birth of our Savior. In some households a candle will be lit in recognition of each of the Advent themes.   This week we consider the hope we have in Jesus.


I think ORANGE is my new favorite Christmas color, FLUORESCENT ORANGE to be specific. I may have a hard time finding orange wrapping paper, but if it can be found, that’s what will be around my gifts this year! Here is why:


I signed up to run the Christmas Town Dash with a friend this next weekend. It seemed like a good idea at the time…8K through beautiful Busch Gardens Williamsburg, holiday décor, cool t-shirt, free park passes and fun with my friend…then I remembered all the HILLS in the park.   In a panic I decided I needed to find a good running path with hills for practice. The Noland Trail is a gorgeous, wooded trail and perfect for running hills…or if you are like me, for lumbering up and down hills.


It was a breathtaking day. The trees, and the forest floor, were filled with the colors of fall. Various shades of red, yellow and brown scattered around my feet as I ran the worn path. There was also an additional color at my feet…a bright, “see me now” orange paint coated every exposed root along the path! There were A LOT of exposed roots. We have had a ton of rain which caused an amazing array of tree roots to emerge throughout the trail. I soon discovered I was running with my head down more than up, careful to notice each painted root.


The success of my run depended on my ability to see each obstacle and make decisions on whether to go around or over each random protrusion. Those bright markings were my savior, I was grateful for every fluorescent orange root I passed!


I keep thinking about those orange roots. Someone had gone before me and marked those roots. Someone anticipated my risk of falling and tried prepare a better way for me. Someone who did not even know me, knew my nature, the nature of most of us, to not look down, to trip, to fall.


These last few months I have been keenly aware of my tendency to “fall” in life. I have been humbled by my failures. Discouragement and depression have sought, and found, a place in my heart at times. The struggle to choose wisely is real. I am not without sin. In this life, I have been tripped up by all sorts of life events and challenges…but I know Who picks me up after EVERY fall, it’s the God Who also marked a path for me, planned my steps, and in anticipation of my nature to fall prepared a way for forgiveness.


         Jesus is sort of like my bright orange paint! Every root once hidden from my view, was brought to light that day with fluorescent orange paint…likewise, every dark place in my life is brought to light by the birth, life, death and resurrection of Jesus Christ.


I LOVE that one of the names of Christ is “The Root of Jesse”, in reference to His descent from the line of King David.   That’s MY SAVIOR>>>> a fluorescent ORANGE “Root of Jesse”…the one Who marks my way and brings light to darkened paths, the hope of my salvation!

“And again Isaiah says, ‘There shall come the root of Jesse, and He who arises to rule over the Gentiles, in Him shall the Gentiles HOPE’ Now may the God of HOPE fill you all with joy and peace in believing, that you may abound in Hope by the power of the Holy Spirit.” Romans 15:12&13



Unhelpful, Yet Profound May 4, 2016

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Last month I was able to enjoy a get away with my hubby and several friends. We chartered a boat, and Scott (aka: hubby) captained it for us in the British Virgin Islands for a week. Which is how I came to be paddling a kayak around a place called Soper’s Hole Wharf and Marina near Tortola.


Soper’s Hole has an active marina, but it is also home to a very busy boat yard. As I paddled along the outer edges of the inlet it was clear that this was also a place where old boats go to die. Just below the surface, in the shallow water, several boat carcasses could be seen in various stages of decay. Further up the shoreline, and closer to the actual boat yard, larger boats (mostly old sail boats) listed awkwardly at anchor. They seemed eerily abandoned and definitely lacked upkeep of any kind. Just beyond these were the boats currently being serviced I supposed. A handful of boats sat at anchor near the shore with the tale tell signs of being “mid project” with scattered oil cans, rags, spare parts and open hatches and doors. From the amount of marine growth on their hauls, I think it is safe to assume that no one was hurrying to complete repairs.


Once I passed the boat yard area I noticed a small waterway heading off to the left of the marina. I was overwhelmed with curiosity…I thought the inlet ended at the boat yard/marina. I paddled slowly as I rounded a small bend, unsure of what I would find and certain it would be a dead end and I’d need to reverse paddle at any moment. Instead, what I found was a waterway that continued to get progressively narrow….narrow, but still inviting.


I was hesitant to continue along the passage. I could see there was a small bridge to pass under ahead, but could not see beyond that. I was concerned I’d get to an area too narrow for me to turn the kayak around if needed.   There was a gentleman working on a small boat nearby. I called out to him and asked if he could tell me what was “down that way” as I pointed toward the tiny bridge. He stood and stretched, then wiped his brow with a greasy hand leaving a black streak. Belatedly he wiped his hands on a rag he took from his tool box as he looked to where I was pointing. Then he said it….he uttered what is perhaps the MOST unhelpful yet Most profound statement I have ever heard. “Well, you go under the bridge, and you will be in a different place.”  


Um, Thanks? I shook my head in confusion, but continued to paddle. I had to see this “different place” for myself.


I mentioned the bridge (the one I had to paddle under, the one upon which cars and small trucks were passing over regularly) was tiny right? Not only was it narrow and low, but I also noticed upon closer inspection that it was being held up by rocks and numerous, worn and threadbare, bags of sand. But I kept going….after all, the “different place” was just on the other side!


Well, the World’s Most Unhelpful man was right, I had indeed found myself in a different place! It was a large cove on the back side of the island. It was expansive and impressive. It was devoid of any boats, and waves rolled up into the cove and broke in white peaks beyond the shoreline. Homes were nestled up in the surrounding hills and more mangroves filled the water’s edges. It was shockingly different from the busy, boat filled area I had just left.


As I paddled back toward our boat I could not keep from thinking about those unhelpful words… “Well, you go under the bridge, and you will be in a different place.”  


I think that is a good way to consider any life journey….When you go, you will end up in a different place. We may not know where we are going, but it will not be the same as where we are now. We will not be the same. Going, doing, moving, and living life will always bring us to a different place. I may not always welcome the difference. But I love knowing that my God journeys with me as I enter every new and different place and phase of life.


The God Who went before the Israelites as they wondered in the desert, the God Who parted waters and the God Who brought them to a promised land, is THE SAME GOD who created me, the same God Who set my journey in motion and the SAME GOD Who guides me to “a different place” every day!

“And the Lord is the one Who goes ahead of you; He will be with you. He will not fail you or forsake you. Do not fear or be dismayed.” (Duet.31:8)



Unmerited Favor March 26, 2016

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For some reason I have always had a vivid memory of a single line form a kids play from years ago.  My kids participated in many musicals/plays/skits in church, while growing up, so I find it odd that THIS particular line is always rolling around in my head after all these years.  I have no recall of the title, not even the context…but I seem to think it had something to do with a little girl explaining the meaning of her name, “Grace”.   She boldly proclaims, “Grace, it means God’s unmerited favor!”   At the time I thought that the term “unmerited” seemed too complicated for the young audience it was intended to reach.  But I think that was because I was  still trying to grasp that word myself…”unmerited”: unearned, not deserved, bestowed without reason.  God’s ability to love and forgive me no matter what my life looks like is hard to grasp. To this day I can hear that sweet little voice shouting , “GRACE, God’s unmerited favor!”  and as it echoes in my memory I feel goose bumps knowing that I know exactly what GRACE is in my life.  I have known God’s unmerited favor .  Everyday I am thankful for this great gift of grace and forgiveness.  I pray this Easter season, if you do not know how much God loves you, that you will come to know grace, UNMERITED!

Here is a story I share every Easter…I hope you enjoy the story of sweet Abigail!


I’ve lost track of how many years ago it was, yet each Spring I can’t help but recall my introduction to Abigail.  I was a high school science/Bible teacher for a small Christian school at the time. One of my students was a football sized young man named Nick.  He worked for a local farmer who had offered him a young lamb to take home.  Nick’s mom, apparently destined for sainthood, not only allowed him to bring the lamb home, but he got to keep it in his room!  Early that Spring Nick brought photos to share.  To my amazement, there, wedged beside his bed and amid typical teenage squalor, was a carefully built pen, complete with wood rails, chicken wire and hay.  Abigail the lamb had found a perfect home.  Over the next few weeks Nick would have numerous stories to tell of Abigail’s antics.  I couldn’t wait to see her for myself, so I invited Nick to bring her to school one morning.

I ushered my entire class outside and we waited like giddy preschoolers for Abigail’s arrival.  I am certain I will never be able to adequately describe what I saw that day.  I will do my best.  We watched as Nick emerged from his vehicle with Abigail cradled in his big burly arms.  We stood transfixed by the sight of what can only be inadequately referred to as precious”.  Her pure, white coat seemed almost translucent, radiating light under the bright blue, cloudless sky.   Her tiny nose was a perfect, pink velvet triangle perched just above her little pink mouth.    As I placed my hand on her sweet little head she looked at me.  I found myself staring into the depths of clear, brilliant blue eyes.  I realized I had been holding my breath in awe.  We were expecting to see a cute lamb, somewhat off white in color.  I had not considered that, unlike the lambs at the local petting zoo, Abigail had been living in a clean, loving, environment.  After everyone had made Abigail’s acquaintance, Nick left to return her home and we settled back into Bible class.

We soon realized the relevance of Abigail’s visit as we continued our study of Passover.  The original Passover took place when Moses was leading the Israelites out of Egypt.  God instructed them to mark their door post with the blood of a male lamb.  This was to protect them from the final plague which was the death of all first born in any home not so protected. (Exodus 11&12)  The yearly commemoration of this event required the father to select the best, blemish free lamb and set it apart for the Passover…four days prior to the celebration.  My students and I began to consider something quite startling.  There was a good chance that the lamb would have been brought into the house or yard during that time.  This perfect little lamb, probably as precious and sweet as our Abigail, may have clamored under their feet while they did chores, fed out of their hands and shared a living area.  After four days, this lamb, which by now had become even more precious to the family, was to be sacrificed.   Suddenly one can imagine the cries of the children, the quite sob of their mother, the sorrow in the eyes of the father who knows a blood sacrifice is required.   For the first time, since meeting Abigail, we could truly envision the “sacrificial lamb” of the Scriptures.

The continued observance of Passover was a powerful object lesson for generations of Israelites.  Every family member would be reminded not only of God’s protection and provision when He freed them from slavery, but also of the cost…the blood of their most precious lamb.  This Easter we consider the final sacrifice.  Jesus Christ, the Lamb of God, perfect and precious beyond description, was sacrificed for our sin.  Many movies and videos have stirred the heart of man as they depict the brutal crucifixion of our Christ, yet none can compare to the vision of Abigail.  As we celebrate our freedom from sin and death through the resurrection of our Lord, let’s never forget the cost.  Praise God His love and grace make us worthy of such a sacrifice!

1 Peter 1:18-19  “knowing that you were not redeemed with perishable things like silver or gold…but with precious blood, as a lamb unblemished and spotless, the blood of Christ.”