Posted in chef, co-worker, connection, friend, job, People, scripture, Spiritual, wisdom, words

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 art, authors, birds, book, Christine Valters Paintner, Family, health, monks, Physical, prayer, quote, season, Spiritual, summer, weather, write, writer

What’s Your Summer Story?

I joined a summer book club called Summer Art Club. I found the group through Substack. A small group of creatives meet together for an hour on Sunday evening via Zoom for a 12-week journey. We are reading The Artist’s Rule by Christine Valters Paintner. It’s about nurturing your creative soul with monastic wisdom. Thus far I really enjoyed the chapter that covers the sacred rhythms and the seven traditional praying hours for creative renewal. I love the nuggets of pure gold in this book as well as the sharing with this group of women.

“I want to live my life in healing rhythms that honor the limits of my body, the pleasures of rest, and the delights of play.” ~ Christine Valters Paintner

As I look out the atelier’s front window, I see the fat little hummingbirds make repeat returns to the two front yard feeders for more sugar water. My husband is trying to keep up with these hungry hummers. The children’s book Little Green by Keith Baker explains the repetitive nature of these little birds. In Missouri the ruby-throated hummingbirds come to us late spring and fatten up over the warmer months before leaving us in October. Their homes are in the warmer climates. Migration with the warm weather is in their nature, part of their story.

What’s your summer story? Are you zipping along with your days minding your own business, attending to your job duties, family matters, vacation, or your health? Are you in status quo or planning for or making a big change in your life? Me, well, two or three mornings a week I am zipping along with culinary work at the local senior centers closest to my home. With my writing I take on new contests, challenges, and projects. These fill my afternoons and some evenings. One of my recipes is featured in the July issue eMerge Magazine. A poem of mine is the 2nd place winner in a contest with the local writers’ group, Saturday Writers. I am writing short articles for The Hope*Writers magazine.

Family is a part of my husband and I’s everyday life in one fashion or another. A long weekend vacation is in the plans for late August. After these steamy humid days, the destination will need to be for someplace cooler. I am hoping to get to a lake soon, even though it will not be my favorite place which is Island Lake in Minnesota. We keep hoping to return to this northern haven from my childhood. Meantime, my kinky hair gets clipped up off my neck, and sundresses and thongs are my summer attire.

In regard to my health, I am trying to make positive changes. Eating healthier with loads of vegetables. I have been lacking regular cardio exercise for some time. I get weightlifting in with the heavy commercial pans filled with food enough for 100 – 130 people. I do stretches with an online program. But when I was at my healthiest in my adult years, I went swimming at least two days a week. This was 15 – 18 years ago. So, I have returned to the pool this month. I aim to keep this part of my weekly routine at least two days a week until the end of time, my time that is. I cannot afford not to. I only have this life to live. I am praying for long healthy days and years ahead.

Posted in care, comfort, darkness, day, envy, feelings, give, God, grace, hate, jealousy, kind, light, love, People, scripture, Spiritual, strong

Love Will Find A Way

Love is seen and felt in so many places and ways. Unless you are giving it or looking for it through God’s lens, most days it seems love doesn’t come knocking on your door. It seems selfishness, jealousy, envy, hatred, rejection, uncaring, and lust are the common themes that this world hands out in droves. I am so relieved that God’s Word tells us that we can love because God loved us first. His Word also reminds us that we are chosen, enough, strong, brave, victorious, unique, capable, and beautiful.

“We love each other because He loved us first.”

~ 1 John 4:19 NLT

Last week my husband and I took a mid-southwest vacation to Arkansas, Oklahoma, and Texas. Our vacations are half planned with time and space left for whimsical stops and visits. One of my Dean’s wishes was a visit to the Oklahoma City National Memorial Museum. The federal building bombing happened 30 years ago this April. This incident was so impressionable back then and still is. What was an unspeakable act of hatred that killed 168 people and injured hundreds more became a beckon of hope in God’s love in His people. This community and our nation rallied around determined to beat hatred with love. God’s justice prevailed.

As a souvenir and reminder of the love gathered at the memorial service almost 30 years ago, I bought a teddy bear at the gift shop. The bear is similar to the ones gifted by Illinois’ first lady to Oklahoma’s first lady in 1995, then handed out to the family and friends of the bombing victims attending the memorial service. Just one example of God’s love and grace. So many other provisions of comfort, kindness, and grace continue to be extended. Love wins!

“A Day of Darkness. Years of Light.” ~ Oklahoma City

Posted in come, earth, eyes, faith, God, grace, heaven, help, hope, Jesus, mercy, mountains, sacred, scripture, seed

Rough Crags and Towering Mountains

The words were plenty to describe how I felt as a passenger in our sedan driving in the canyons with the rough crags and towering mountains surrounding. I felt swallowed up, minuet, minuscule, insignificant, a speck, as dust in the wind and then vaporized. It was a perspective I had not thought about in years as it had been at least 3 years since I was in the Rocky Mountains. I was overwhelmingly humbled by the sacred terrain at various times while vacationing in Colorado, brought to tears.

Such a vast and broad point of view if I were one of those mountains. It must be a fraction of how God views each of us. Yet He has personalized His love for each of us with His Son, Jesus Christ’s death and resurrection. Oh, the love, grace, and mercy of our God! And how He views my faith the size of a mustard seed, and still helps!

I will lift up my eyes to the hills– From whence comes my help? My help comes from the Lord, who made heaven and earth.

Psalms 121: 1- 2