Ok maybe this is a tad bit of a stretch to connect this story with “energy transformation” but I keep thinking of that concept I wrote about back HERE, and this picture my mom sent us all a little while back reminded me of that same idea:
You see, there’s a famous story in our family. One my mother told us over and over growing up, and one I have told my own children 246 times.
It’s the story of my mother as a junior high schooler, miserable as could be. She was painfully shy and would go home each day and complain to her mother that she had no friends. So that plucky mother of hers, my grandma, gave her the best piece of advice that has now gone down in history: “Linda, you go to school tomorrow and find someone who looks more miserable than you are, and reach out to them. That will cure your loneliness.”
Well, of course my mother balked at that idea…in her teenager eyes there surely couldn’t be anyone more lonely than she was.
But her mother convinced her to at least keep her eye out. And sure enough, at lunch the next day she saw a girl sitting all alone who looked like she might be at least equally as lonely as she was. So she pulled up her bootstraps and got the courage to go talk to her. Which, as you might guess (since this story has become a favorite, it has a happy ending), those two became wonderful friends, and my mother was so grateful for her mother’s encouragement to “transform her energy.” She could have remained sad and lonely, sitting by herself, or she could choose to change that energy to active searching, active befriending.
And when she chose to transform, that is what made all the difference.
So a month or so ago my mom sent that picture up there with this note: “I’m going through a lot of old pics last week, I found this fun picture of maybe 5th grade. I was amazed at how many names immediately popped into my head. And I had to smile while I saw my future friend, (second from the right on the front row) who was the one my mom challenged me to find and befriend at the 7th grade dance. I dearly wish I’d have thought of being her friend sooner!” (Can you spot my mom? She’s the one third in from the left side.)
So I used that picture for our devotional the next morning, and told that story for the 247th time, through teary eyes.
Thank you for your example of reaching outside of yourself always, Mom, and always being willing to transform your energy into goodness. Love you forever.