I seriously needed a new perspective.
This morning at 8:01 someone texted me: Good morning my friend. Praying a wonderfully blessed day coming your way.
I texted back: Oh thank you! You too. Just ignore the wind.
Her reply: I try...
Mine: Nutty. I’ve been “hanging” upside down in my room (by my ankles). I am seeing things differently and my back is feeling better too. Ha!
Her reply: You always were a little batty. Glad it’s working.
This little short interchange with one of my dearest friends changed my whole perspective this morning.
For you see, I left my house yesterday at about 8:15 a.m. and dragged myself back home at 9:10 p.m. My day was full of people and their stories, tasks demanding my attention and no time to take a breather. I was exhausted when I went to bed. When I woke, my sheets were in knots, my pillows tossed on the ground and one earplug stuck in my hair.
I woke up tired.
And it was time to write this column. I was numb-brained.
After walking around the house, sitting down to write and getting up again to search the vast unexplored regions of my refrigerator, I received my friend’s short text. A few sweet, and equally silly, words changed my perspective.
Good morning my friend. This gal and her husband are some of our very closest friends. We travel together, I’m officiating their daughter’s wedding in a few weeks, we study and pray together every week. Just last Friday we sat around the kitchen table eating tamales, talking, telling our histories and sharing our pain. We cried that night. It’s a sacred honor to be called someone’s friend.
Praying a wonderfully blessed day coming your way. These were words are a soothing balm; not just the eight words but the sentiment: a friend, who knows my best and worst traits, was praying that I would have a wonderfully “blessed” day. A divinely favored day, one filled with meaning and happiness.
A flip was switched in my mind.
Her kind words created in me a deep sense of gratitude. I am rich and I owe a debt of gratitude to so many who have prayed for me, loved me.
My heart that just seconds before was wallowing in “woe is me” turned toward God. Almost spontaneously I began praying for my friend. I began to pray that God would take care of her today, give her joy, and please, God, don’t let the wind and cold (which she hates) drive her nuts today (smile).
It was when I was responding to her about hanging upside down (they let me use their inversion table) and seeing things differently that it dawned on me: her text had just given me the gift of a new perspective.
Her kindness shifted my gaze.
So sometimes we have to hang upside down or move to a different place to get a new fresh perspective. And, sometimes we just have to have a friend who sends a thoughtful and quirky text.
Which leads me to state the obvious: maybe we could help change someone else’s perspective today. Make a phone call, take cookies to your next door neighbor, send a message.
Or, another option? You could try hanging them upside down from their ankles. But that’s a little batty.