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The Quiet Sharpening

Mid-year last year I entered a new role with my employer due to my physical limitations with spinal disc misalignment and later a rheumatoid arthritis diagnosis. I work as a float culinary professional for a non-profit agency serving local seniors. I am like a substitute teacher, but in commercial kitchens, filling in when staff are absent. Sometimes I fill the head chef role, other times I’m assistant cook. In either case, the goal is to have scrumptious, nutritious food for the seniors and meals-on-wheels clients. I love to cook and bake, especially with the reward of making people smile with good eats.

I love having helpful hands and input for the various people I work with. Whether it be suggesting an add-in ingredient for a new twist on an ordinary recipe, making a delicious blueberry bread pudding with lemon sauce for fifty nostalgic-hungry seniors, getting a few loads of pots and pans run through the dishwasher, or adding entries into the inventory books, I spend my day helping people.

I have formed a friendship with one of the chefs. He has genuine, timely words for anyone he communicates with. His words and actions reflect a wisdom I can honestly say comes from above. He is boldly honest, yet tender-hearted and kind in action. And I do the same for him.

It is what the old proverb says: “As iron sharpens iron, so a friend sharpens a friend” (Proverbs 27:17, NLT). It is a quiet, steady rubbing of metal on metal to get those rough edges sharpened for the tasks at hand. Security and resilience are found in relationships where iron sharpens iron.

Contrastingly, another quiet reshaping is like the smooth stones I found on the Lake Michigan beaches during my vacation. Years of the great lake’s waves flowing over a rough rock can form into a smooth stone. With some relationships you do not have years together, just a season. A knife blade over a metal honing rod straightens slight bends in the blade’s edges to make the cut smoother. In relationships where iron sharpens iron, skills and crafts are honed within a shorter length of time than a rock in a steady stream.

With my chef friend, my time working with him is limited, depending on staff vacations and illnesses as well as my limited hours allowed to work due to my own health issues. It is like country singer Trisha Yearwood’s song title and lyrics, “the song remembers when” as we just pick up where we left off the last time we worked together. I feel like I have known this man for decades, yet we just met this year. My new colleague’s personality is a combination of my deceased younger brother and an older friend full of wisdom who passed away some years ago. He and I are relaxed with each other, working side by side, literally with our hands in the same dish. We take turns giving each other directions or making suggestions for a recipe or the next food project underway.

We are comfortable enough in our relationship to challenge and refine each other. We each believe in growth, a positive approach, kind words, and becoming a better version of ourselves, professionally and in our personal traits and relationships as well. Friendships can make us better people. Hebrews 10:24, NLT says, “let us help each other to love others and to do good.” My new friend does this for me, and I believe I do the same for him.

Ecclesiastes 4:9, NIV tells us, “Two are better than one, because they have a good reward for their labor.” Scripture goes on to say in verse 10, “For if they fall, one will lift up his companion.” My new professional role allows me to lift up my friend. I am working this week to cover my chef friend’s absence while he is on vacation with his family, a much-needed reprieve from his everyday concerns and work. His staff respects me and my professional abilities, and I theirs. That quiet sharpening in my new friendship has been a gift in my professional life and for my personal growth.

“As iron sharpens iron, so a friend sharpens a friend” ~ Proverbs 27:17, NLT

Posted in bible, daughter, food, God, grace, Holy Spirit, Jesus, life, love, mercy, Physical, scripture, simplicity, Spiritual, water, words

Elementary Existence

What are the elements, those items that are the basics for your life? What are the things you think you need to survive? What is it you cannot live without? I ask myself these questions as I live and breathe in this present moment. The obvious such as food, water, shelter, and clothing come to mind. But during this quiet time, I tune in to how I am fearfully and wonderfully made. I have substance because of our Creator. Our God is Who I cannot live without. His words, mercy, grace, and love I cannot live without. I thank my Father God for His loving Son, our Jesus who stood in the gap and said, “take me”. I am His daughter but have sinned. Jesus’ blood saved me from eternal separation from our God. And I thank my Father God for the Holy Spirit who continues to guide me through the written and spoken word daily. Hopefully, I am a better person today than I was yesterday. As I look to my future those same elements: our Father God, our Savior Jesus, and our guiding Holy Spirit and their gifts of words, mercy, grace, and love still remain for eternity. These are for your life as well. We can live in an elementary existence, simplicity with our God.

“It takes more than bread to stay alive. It takes a steady stream of words from God’s mouth.” ~ Matthew 4:4 MSG

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Almost Here

It is almost here! Spring! The spring equinox is three days away! It is the day we have equal time of sunlight and night. The cold front that came in on Sunday was winter’s last “ha-ha”, or we hope anyway. The songbirds have been busy preparing their nests. Hopefully, any eggs laid have been kept warm during this dip in temperatures. Our daffodils came and went. We await the pops of color and fragrance with the red buds, cherry blossoms, and tulips in our backyard. We await rebirth and babes.


“Consider how the wildflowers grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you, not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these.” ~ Luke 12:27 NIV

Last week my husband and I steeled away from work and home. While traveling to southern Missouri, Tennessee, and Arkansas the flowering trees such as plum and red buds showed off their colors in the woods. My preoccupation with God’s magnificent craftmanship and restrained screen time, words ran through my mind. The words eventually came out in this poem I wrote.

Spring’s Early Attire

The naked woods are preparing

to be dressed in their finest.

From the earth sprouting green buds,

then lavenders giving passionate kisses.

Soon sunshine yellow is feathered

around buttons on long emerald wands.

Pure white blossoms flutter

soft hallelujahs in the spring breeze.

Lacey veils and green sheaths contrast,

coverlets complete each other.

The periwinkle is gently whispered,

the pinks layered in chiffon ruffles.

Clusters of mauve popping in the trees

like wedding bouquets the branches hold.

Austere reds, oranges, and purples

some scalloped edges, others spray black.

The spectacular fashion show stages

in textured colors for the warming season.

Anna Marie Gall ~ March 2026

Posted in bible, health, heart, Jesus, meditation, Physical, renew, scripture, Spiritual, water, words

Parched

I awake early like it is a weekday that I need to get ready for work. It is not. It is a Sunday morning, the first day of February. I arise to read. God’s word is first this morning, as I am parched. I need to drink of His word, not words from the others (social media, the news, the experts, friends, family). This morning Psalm 1 is where I start. Then more of His words well up in my heart and memory.

“They delight in doing everything God wants them to, and day and night are always meditating on His laws and ways to follow Him more closely.” ~ Psalms 1:2 (Living Bible)

“But the water I give them becomes a perpetual spring within them, watering them forever with eternal life.” ~ John 4:14 (Living Bible)

Jesus tells us that the water He gives is perpetual, gushing up, a fountain. It is forever, always, eternal. This is what I need and continue to cling to. Jesus’ grace is sufficient. This month of February I aim to seek His face, His words, His water as I go about my day. Quench my thirst, O God! A spiritual renewal along with my healthier physical self!

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Truth Be Told

The year 2025 goes down in my journal as a seesaw year. Up with the birth of my great-grandson and the completion of my memoir, but down with my physical health and the loss of loved ones. This up and down effected my emotional and spiritual vitality throughout the year. Last year I wrote a series of haikus for a writing challenge and entitled the mini book Balancing the Seesaw. One haiku I capsulated with these words … “Joy for the moment, casting all cares aside, swinging to the heights.” True joy isn’t just for a moment. I learned much as I had more to surrender to, look at the truth and embrace it, and glean wisdom from on high. Health has been my main challenge, and the death of friends and another family member was just about too much. Yet God showed Himself faithful as always. I have worked through this difficult year gaining strength in many areas of my life. Emotions can sometimes deceive. The Holy Spirit continues to guide me and those I love like my daughters, Rachel and Elisabeth. Step by step, day by day. Grace abounds.

Pain speaks loudly when the body isn’t functioning as it should. I had to listen to my body. In March began a string of many medical tests, x-rays, and exams. I have lumbar and cervical discs misaligned as well as arthritis found in almost every joint x-rayed thus far. For years we believed I had osteoarthritis but this autumn the pain source was diagnosed as the autoimmune type of arthritis, rheumatoid (RA). I am one of the rare ones whose blood tests do not show RA, but the x-rays and MRIs showed plenty of arthritic damage. Physical therapy and medications have me continuing to work in the kitchen of the local senior center, but with limited hours. I will cut back my hours even more starting in January. The medical reports referred to my hands as “deformed”. Through the years my hands have faithfully served me and my efforts to serve others. These appendages just cannot do what they once could. At first the truth was heart-wrenching, but I am working through the reality daily.

“The joy of the Lord is my strength.” ~ Nehemiah 8:10

The truth be told I am still learning to be the owner of my own joy. Over the years many hobbies have been a source of joy to me, most requiring the use of my hands. Sewing, crafting, gardening, cooking, and then writing in my more recent years. While at the Clarksville Writers’ Conference the keynote speaker and author, Margaret Renkl shared, ” I refuse to quell this joy.” She encouraged the listener, “learn to pay attention by writing, painting, drawing.” My writing has become so essential to my everyday living. I have become attentive to what others would call “small matters.” My writing will continue, if need be, through voice-activated writing. Over the years, history has shown people with severe deprivation still find joy. It is a mindset. My mind is set on “the joy of the Lord is my strength.” I find joy and will continue to find joy despite it all by the grace of God.

“And God is able to make all grace abound to you, so that having all sufficiency in all things at all times, you may abound in every good work.” ~ 2 Corinthians 9:8

Posted in heart, Jesus, pain, Physical, scripture, Spiritual, thankful, truth, words, write

What Kind of Words

What kind of words come from my lips when I am in arthritic pain? Kind words? Not most of the time. I stay silent as this is better than cursing. But if truth be told, if cursing is your only expression while in pain, go for it. Your existence matters, whether kind words come out or the sobering truth words are uttered aloud.

“Be thankful in all circumstances. This is what God wants from you in your life in union with Christ Jesus.

~ 1 Thessalonians 5:18 GNT

Words of gratitude is what I aim for. I started a daily gratitude practice this month. On paper I list out three things I am thankful for each morning. It ranges from my arthritic joints, my breath, boundaries, a budget, Earl Grey tea, blueberry kuchen, my job, skills to be able to work, my Dean, my Rachel, my Elisabeth, my Ben, knowing my father and mother for many years, an ability to write, communication, words … the list goes on and on. Pain is such an annoying state of being. So many of us bear through it. Several of my loved ones lived with it and others still live with it.

My prayer and words of encouragement are to take your pain to the arms of Jesus. He is there for you always! Whether it be physical and/or emotional pain, He is wanting your heart, curse words, and all. Words of thanks are what changes your heart.

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This Easter Hallelujah

What a joyous season we are in! Hallelujah cries are everywhere! The birds. The bunnies. The flowers. The people sing. “Hallelujah” means “giving praise to our God!”

“Let them all praise the name of the Lord! His name is greater than all others; His glory is above earth and heaven!”

Psalms 148:13 GNT

Here is a more in-depth study on this word by author, Dr. Dikkon Eberhart. The famous song “Hallelujah” composed by Leonard Cohen has been sung by many musical artists such as Susan Boyle, Jeff Buckley, and Rufus Wainwright. Sisters, Cassandra and Callahan Star’s version is one of the greatest. The lyrics give the meaning to this spring celebration we call “Easter”.

Hallelujah

Written by Leonard Cohen
Sung by Cassandra & Callahan Star

Words, songs, and vignettes only begin to convey what God has in store for us …

Posted in age, body, comfort, death, eyes, Family, God, grandparent, health, heaven, Jesus, life, Physical, scripture, spirit, Spiritual, words

Our Bodies Wither

As I age I am more aware of the limitations of my own body. I was never an accomplished athlete, although I played a mean game of tetherball as a kid as well as softball in my youth into my middle adult years. I have been fortunate with fairly good health. So many do not have this. These past few years I also have been made aware of death. Another family member has passed away, not to return to this earthly life but pass onto his heavenly body. Thank God for the eternal salvation he and we have in Christ Jesus!

Aging

Aging came with hard work and active play.

Hands in the dirt, body stooped downward

to grow the trees and flowers to beauty full array.

Age spots, stretch marks, and belly rolls came

with each sunburn, baby, and those homemade recipes.

Hopefully aging with grace into this older woman I became.

These wrinkles do not melt away with the sun.

Unlike the layers of ice on the window

that drip, drip with the warmth of the sun.

Somehow those suntans subtract, then add age.

Camouflaged with lotions and makeup,

those wrinkles became more defined with age.

A gray here and there in my already multi-colored hair.

My first streak of silver looked intentional,

But one streak turned into more streaks to wear.

Bald patches, seasons of stress replaced with fun.

Hair loss eventually replaced with more white,

now volumes pulled up into a messy grandma’s bun.

Waking up in the morning it is harder to move.

House cleaning and plant tending chores

challenge this aging body to keep a groove.

That arthritis causes the joints to painfully inflame.

The irony is to keep moving those joints,

alternatively, idleness will be the ultimate blame.

The eyes grow dimmer, reading glasses to aid.

Fashion aware by the style and color of the lens’ frame

with these circling back around with a 40-year cycle made.

“Grandma glasses”, “grandma jeans”, “grandma bun”, they say.

What does it matter, I learn to comfort dress,

live how I want, with what I want, and with whom I may.

Memories come and go with each passing day.

Past photos capture and poems reflect,

some words said and not said are regrets today.

Other words remembered bringing warmth to the heart.

Like “I love you”, “I do”, “forgive me”, “I forgive you”,

and the wordless, kind gestures play a lasting part.

With you by my side come what may.

We will weather the threatening storms together

even to your last breath and my last day.

No matter who passes on first, the aging body will have its last word.

That word, the hardest will be saying “goodbye”,

Although our ageless spirits live on as promised by God’s word.

Anna Gall ~ January 21, 2024

"O death, where then your victory? Where then your sting? For sin—the sting that causes death—will all be gone; and the law, which reveals our sins, will no longer be our judge. How we thank God for all of this! It is He who makes us victorious through Jesus Christ our Lord!"
~ 1 Corinthians 15:55 - 57
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One Word For This Year

Years ago I would begin the new year with writing down a few resolutions, a list of goals to accomplish. I have curbed this down, so life’s goals can be more focused and obtainable. A couple of years ago I read a suggestion from author Gretchen Rubin. Think of one word to summarize your new year’s resolution(s). For example, this year Gretchen has chosen “revisit”. Her goals and actions in 2024 will reflect “revisit”. For me the word for this year is “present”. To coincide with the 7-dimensions of wellness model I believe in, for 2024 I have in mind to be “present” in the spiritual, physical, emotional, intellectual, social, environmental, and occupational aspects of my life. 

The first thought to the word “present” is to be “present moment”. That could fall into every aspect of my life, but I feel it most pertains to my spiritual life. Prayer, talking to God and being present with God throughout my day, every day, every moment. A relationship is a 2-way street, so listening to God every moment of every day throughout my day most importantly. ”Present day” is an extension of “present moment”. It is living each day like it is a present. “Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is a mystery. Today is a gift. That’s why we call it ‘The Present’,” a saying attributed to Alice Morse Earle, Eleanor Roosevelt, Bil Keane, and A.A. Milne. Treat each day as a gift. Giving thanks to God for this day He has gifted me with. Like the awesome sunrise He gave me this morning as I sat on the couch looking out the front window covered with ice and snow. 

"This is the day which the Lord has made;
 Let’s rejoice and be glad in it." ~ Psalms 118:24 NASB

It is Sunday today. With the frigid subzero temperatures and my severe allergy to the cold, my husband and I chose to stay home and participate with the televised Mass from our home parish St. Charles Borromeo. So happy we chose to be present in this worship time and to hear the homily even if via online. This homily is one of the most compassionate messages to address nontraditional marriage. The truth is the infinite value God has placed on each and every human being at the price of the blood of Jesus Christ. Then charity shown by sharing and acting on this message of infinite value, and the change that takes place in each of us when meeting our Savior.

I will stop here for today. To be continued in future posts a reflection on the word “present” related to the other aspects of life. What’s your one word for this year?

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One Big Chore, One Big Love

Life has become one big chore once again. Busyness and obligations have taken over my calendar and mindset. I dislike it when I allow these to take over my gratefulness and joy in life. Little time to think about what I want to think about and do what I want to do. Like reading, writing, and creating, the introvert’s dream.

This busy season too shall pass as other seasons have and will do. Besides carving out the space and time for a few days of reprieve, it is taking moments during these pressing everyday things to thank God for the breath I breathe, the food I eat, warm bed to sleep in, and loved ones to care for. I count it a blessing to be a part of the lives of many family members that include my husband, children and their spouses, grandchildren, a parent still with us, and a big extended family. Then there are my friends, co-workers, and neighbors. I feel I neglect so many. One day at time, sweet Jesus. Allow time for a tea with my granddaughter, hug and cuddle my grandbaby, party with the young ones, or an early morning breakfast at the neighborhood diner with my love. Guide my tongue to speak words at the apt time.

“Like apples of gold in settings of silver
Is a word spoken at the right time.”

Proverbs 25:11

Tyler Childers does a wonderful rendition of Space and Time, a song original to S. G. Goodman. The lyrics so eloquent and apropos. My heart is singing again …

I never wanna leave this world
Without sayin’, “I love you”
Without sayin’ what you mean to me
You know you make me happy
Oh, when we, share this space and time
Want you to know you shape this heart of mine
And I never wanna leave this world, oh
Without sayin’, “I love you”
Oh, and out in the woods
This picture is clear to me
I owe my life, to even my enemies
The ones who have loved me
The ones who have tried
Thеir grips on my heart
And their grips on my mind
The strangеr I pass, my momma, brothers
Friends and my father
They’re God undercover
I’m tellin’ you now
In case I must go
Want you to know
I never wanna leave this world
Without sayin’, “I love you”
Without sayin’ what you mean to me
You know you make me happy
Oh, when we, share this space and time
Want you to know you shape this heart of mine
And I never wanna leave this world, oh
Without sayin’, “I love you”