Making A Difference Makes A Difference

Every day we influence others.  Just the other night, we were eating at a restaurant and the young waiter seemed to be having an “off” day.  He wouldn’t smile and he seemed almost resentful to be there.  We were with friends, and even better, we had our daughters with us.  My husband and two of our closest friends sat at one table, and our daughters and their friend (ages 13-20 years old) sat at the table next to us.  The waiter took our order, but you could feel that he just wasn’t feeling it that night.  He probably would’ve rather been anywhere, but there at the time.  He stayed away so long, that my husband got himself a couple of refills of his soda, since the machine wasn’t far from our table anyway.  My oldest daughter, previously being a server herself, mentioned to the waiter that he looked as if he just lost his best friend.  He told her he was just tired and very busy.  He had three tables all come in at once, and it was just overwhelming for him.  By the end of the dinner, approximately two hours later, the girls had him smiling and he was very attentive to not only our soda refilling needs, but he kept asking was there anything else we needed.

The reason I bring this story up, is because every day we influence others’ lives.  We could have gotten angry that he wasn’t attentive to “our” needs, and we could’ve made that waiter’s night even worse.  It could have even gone as far as him quitting or getting fired, if things really got out of control, as things too often do.  Instead of ‘expecting’ him to act a certain way, we chose to respond in a positive way.  We chose to smile, be patient, and allow him to feel the way he was feeling, without taking it personally.  Too often we take things like that personally and we let our ego’s get in the way.  Rather than expecting him to make us happy, we chose to try to make him happy.  (We chose to console, rather than be consoled.)  I am so glad we were there that night to make a positive difference.  We all left smiling and happy.  Even if he had chosen to stay upset, that would have been okay too.  At least we didn’t add fuel to the fire, and we would have still enjoyed our dinner.  We probably just would not have stayed as long; we wouldn’t have wanted the negativity to rub off on us.  😉

It is important for us to be positive and feel grateful in order to make a positive difference in our own lives and in others.  People do not want to be around negative vibes that come from negative thinking and negative feelings.  Be the higher energy for someone.  When you are feeling good and your energy is vibrating at a higher frequency, you actually bring other people’s frequency up as well.  Those people will go around bringing more people’s frequencies up.  In turn, your vibrations get even stronger and brighter.  After all, we reap what we sow.  What we do unto others, is done unto us.  You are making a difference every day with every person you come in contact.  Make it a positive one!  Spread joy and have joy!

The Wemmick Story By: Max Lucado, You Are Special

The Wemmick Story, 
by: Max Lucado, You Are Special
The Wemmicks were small wooden people. These little wooden people were carved by a woodworker named “Eli.” Eli’s workshop sat on a hill overlooking the Wemmick Village. Every one of the Wemmicks were different. Some had big noses, others had large eyes. Some were tall and others were short. Some wore hats, others wore coats. But all were made by the same carver and all lived in the same village.

All day long, every day, the Wemmicks did the same thing. They gave each other stickers. Each Wemmick had a box of golden star stickers and a box of dull gray dot stickers. Up and down the streets all over the city, people could be seen sticking gold stars or gray dots onto each other. The pretty ones, those with smooth wood and fine paint, always got shiny gold stars! But if the wood was rough or the paint was chipped, the Wemmicks gave dull gray dots. The talented ones got stars, too. Some could lift big sticks high above their heads or jump over tall boxes. Still others knew big words or could sing very pretty songs. Everyone gave them shiny gold stars! Some Wemmicks had stars all over them! Every time they got a star it made them feel so good that they did something else and got another star.

There were many other Wemmicks though that could do very little. They got dull gray dots! There was one little Wemmick and his name was “Punchinello.” He tried to jump high like the others, but he always fell. And when he fell, the others would gather ’round and give him dull gray dots. Sometimes when he fell, it would scar his wood, so the people would give him more gray dots. He would try to explain why he fell and, in doing so, he would say something really silly. Then the Wemmicks would give him some more dots!!!

After a while, Punchinello had so many dots that he didn’t want to go outside. He was afraid he would do something dumb such as forget his hat or step in the water, and then people would give him more dull gray dots. In fact, he had so many gray dots that some people would come up and just give him one without any reason! “He deserves lots of dots,” they would say. The wooden people would agree with one another. “He’s not a good wooden person,” they would say. After a while Punchinello believed them. “I am not a good Wemmick!” he would say. The few times he went outside, he hung around other Wemmicks who had a lot of gray dots. At least he felt better around them.

One day, Punchinello met a Wemmick who was unlike any he’d ever met. She had no dull gray dots and did not have any shiny golden stars either. She was a wooden Wemmick and her name was “Lucia.” It wasn’t that people didn’t try to give her stickers; it’s just that the stickers didn’t stick to her!!! Some admired Lucia for having no dots, so they would run up and give her a star. But it would fall off. Some would look down on her for having no stars, so they would give her a dot. But they would not stick either!!!

“That’s the way I want to be!” thought Punchinello. “I don’t want anyone’s marks!” So he asked the “stickerless” Wemmick how she did it. “It’s easy,” Lucia replied. “Every day I go see Eli.” Punchinello asked,”Eli? Who is Eli?” She replied “Yes, Eli, He is the woodcarver. I sit in His workshop and spend time with Him.” He asked Lucia,”Why do you do that?” Lucia told him, “Why don’t you find out for yourself? Go up the hill and visit with Him. He’s there!” And with that, the sweet little Wemmick named Lucia turned and skipped away.

“But He won’t want to see me!” Punchinello cried out to her. Lucia didn’t hear him, as she was too far away. So Punchinello went home. He sat near a window and watched the wooden people as they scurried around giving each other gold stars and gray dots. “It’s just not right,” he muttered to himself. Then he resolved to go see Eli after all. Punchinello walked up the narrow path to the top of the hill and stepped into the big Woodcarver Shop. His little wooden eyes widened at the size of everything. The stool was as tall as he was. He had to stretch on his tippy-toes to see the top of the workbench. A hammer was as long as his arm. Punchinello swallowed hard and thought to himself, “I’m not staying here!” and he turned to leave. Then he heard his name. “Punchinello?” said this voice, so deep and strong. Just then Punchinello stopped. The voice said, “Punchinello, oh how good it is of you to come! Let me have a look at you.”

Punchinello slowly turned around and looked at the large bearded craftsman and said, “Sir, you know my name?” “Of course I do. I made you,” Eli said. All of a sudden, Eli stooped down and picked little Punchinello up and set him on the workbench. “Hmmmmm,” the Maker spoke thoughtfully as he inspected the gray circles all over him, “Looks like you’ve been given some bad marks.” Punchinello explained,”Oh, Eli, I didn’t mean to; really I didn’t!!! I really tried hard not to.” The Maker said, “Oh, you don’t have to defend yourself to me, my child. I don’t care what the other Wemmicks think.” Punchinello asked, “Really? You don’t?” Then Eli said, “No and you shouldn’t either. Who are they to give stars or dots? They are Wemmicks just like you. What they think really doesn’t matter at all, Punchinello. All that matters is what I think. And I think you are pretty special.” Punchinello laughed, “Oh, me special? How can I be special? I can’t walk fast. I can’t jump. My paint is peeling. I make silly mistakes all the time and I am not a beautiful Wemmick like some of the others. How could I matter to you?” Eli looked at Punchinello and put his hands on those little wooden shoulders of his and spoke very slowly, “Because Punchinello… you are mine. That’s why you matter to me.” Punchinello had never had anyone look at him like this before or say anything so nice, much less his Maker! He didn’t know what to say!

“Punchinello, every day I’ve been waiting and hoping you would come to see me,” Eli explained. Punchinello looked up at him and said, “I came because I met a sweet Wemmick girl who had no marks.” Eli said, “I know. Lucia told me about you.” So Punchinello asked, “Why don’t the stickers stay on Lucia?” Eli said, “Because she has decided that what I think is more important than what anyone else thinks. The stickers only stick if you let them.” Punchinello looked puzzled and said, “What?” Eli said, “Yes, the stickers only stick if they matter to you. The more you trust My love, the less you will care about those stickers.” But Punchinello said, “I’m not sure I really understand. What you are saying?” The maker said, “You will, but it will take some time. You’ve got a lot of marks. So for now, just come to see me every day and let me remind you how much I care about you.” Eli lifted Punchinello off the bench and set him on the floor. “Now remember,” Eli said as the Wemmick walked out the door. “You ARE special because I made you, and I don’t make mistakes.”

Punchinello didn’t stop, but in his heart he thought, “I think He really means it.” And each time he remembered what Eli told him and each time he went to visit and talk with Eli, one of Punchinello’s dots would fall off. They kept falling off and soon they were all gone!!!

So like Punchinello, we must remember one thing: “Man looks on the outward appearance, but God looks on the heart.” (I Samuel 16:7)

When You’ve Lost Your Joy – Where Can You Find It?

Where can you find joy?  This is a question with many dimensions to it.  When we feel broken it seems impossible to feel joy.  You may be asking yourself, “How do I turn things around when I feel completely drained and even lost?”  The answer is…one step at a time. The truth is, sometimes we have to go through a process to get back on our feet when life throws it’s punches and we are knocked to our knees.  It’s not always as simple as one day we are not fine, and the next day we are feeling joyful.  Life is a journey and life is managed.  The good news is, when we go through the process, we come out even stronger, ready to help others going through similar trials.  In this world, there is no destination, no arrival place where life is pure perfection.  There are moments in our journey of life where you can absolutely feel abundantly joyful on a daily basis, and you can be free of the grief, burdens, and guilt of the past.  How? A good start is leaving the past in the past. By the way…even reading that last sentence just now, is in the past! 😉  Guilt, shame, and resentment is living too much in past.  Anxiety and fear is living too much in the future.  Live in this moment right here, right now.  Today is the first day of the rest of your life!  Grab the steering wheel of your life today, and decide to continue your journey on a meaningful path filled with happiness and joy.  How can you do that?  We can start with asking ourselves…”What am I thankful for?”  We don’t have to have gratitude for the circumstances going on in our lives right now, but we can always be grateful (for something) in any circumstance.  What’s next? Start looking for ways to get outside of ourselves by focusing on ways to bring good for others.  Doing something that is good for others (as long as it is in alignment with your core values) is where we begin finding meaning in our own lives again.  Life is a journey.  It’s not always going to be easy.  Sometimes we just have to pick up the pieces and begin again.