The Good Faith Performing Of Labors of Love

On this Labor Day weekend, which sadly ushers in the end of summer, let us remember to make every day and every encounter a Labor of Love.  Any acts of charity, goodwill, or effort to do our work or answer our divine calling to the best of our ability are always seen by God as Labors of Love.

Yesterday I had my own experience with someone who performs his job as a Labor of Love.  Scott, my UPS driver went above and beyond the call of duty to help me with the shipment of my book (300 of them) that landed on my doorstep yesterday.  My neighbors looked on in shock as the UPS truck backed into the parking lot revealing box after box after box of books.

One neighbor commented, “Oh, God, how are you going to get all those books up the stairs, and where are you going to put them?”  I laughed commenting, “After four years of nailing my feet to the floor to sit in front of my computer to write this thing, carrying these boxes up the stairs doesn’t scare me.”

But Scott, whose own mother had written a book, valiantly offered to help me carry the boxes up the stairs.  As we marched up and down the stairs carrying the thirty pound boxes Scott said, “Just think when you put on a pretty dress and go to your book signings, no one will ever know how you sweated bullets carrying these books up the stairs.”

Isn’t that the truth.  All of us work so hard behind the scenes to make everything we have to do run smoothly and look effortless. 

Speaking of hard work, today was a long, work day for me.  I was invited, with two other psychics, to do Tarot readings all afternoon at Hofstra University for the incoming freshmans.  The staff at Hofstra worked tirelessly to make sure everything went smoothly.  Then I had to travel fifty miles to do another Tarot party this evening finishing up after midnight.  Between these two gigs,  I was so hungry, but barely had enough time to stop and get anything to eat.   And so, I ran into a diner and explained to the waitress that I didn’t have much time.  She said, “Oh, I hear you, girlfriend.”  She quickly took my order, and a minute later, she came out with a big smile and my sandwich. 

Scott going that Biblical mile for me, the hard working staff at Hofstra, and the kind and efficient service of the waitress all made my life a little easier this week.

So, please, take some time this week to thank everyone who works hard to help you.  And remember, you only see half of what they’re doing, because behind the scenes there’s a lot of preparation and blood, sweat, and tears we don’t see.

Happy Labor Day!

Oh, and by the way, my apartment looks like Barnes and Noble, and so if you see me walking down the street with a little red wagon peddling my books, do me a favor and buy one.  I need to clear a path to the refrigerator!