To Get Love, Give Love: Vehicles for Spirit in Action

Each morning, I dedicate myself as a vehicle for Spirit that day, ready for action, ready to give divine love. Getting love in return is not usually a part of my thought process or my consciousness at that point, nor-come to think of it–am I really “giving” love. It’s not mine to give; I’m just a vehicle for It to flow through. In other words, I choose to be open to whatever the day may bring.

Every once in a while, someone does or says something that helps me realize I’m succeeding at least a little.

One example occurred when I needed to go to our local hospital to have a chest x-ray taken in December of 2016. The receptionist at the front desk recognized me easily, a result of my many visits to the facility during October, November, and earlier in December to first (a) visit my hospitalized wife and later (b) address the billing situation. It always seemed like a good idea to bring cheer into the building; there is always more than enough suffering by patients and worry by their loved ones to go around. Why not smile a bit, maybe do my part to redress the balance? But I had not realized just how different I had seemed to some of the staff.

While we were making arrangements with the radiology department for the x-ray, the receptionist suddenly stated, “You always look like you have so much joy when you come in.”

Whoa. “Thank you! I try!” Ear to ear grin, never mind the body’s discomfort at the time.

Why is this worth writing about? Well…it’s a great antidote for the commercial news barrage of nasty, negative information blasted at us nonstop, for one thing. And not only the news, but the real world that never makes the news. Physical ailments, betrayals, dirty politics, genocide, misunderstandings, poorly cooked meals or no meals at all, you name it.

And yet there are sparks of light and love, God expressing itself through every vehicle out there…and somehow I retain the capacity to be amazed when the love flows in my direction from a totally unexpected source.

Valentine’s Day 2017 was a doozy. Pam and I had both nearly died in 2016. Our friend Lynette, in prison in Arkansas and having several physical problems ignored, didn’t do much better. Both women needed to feel some love from me in a big way; my entire “working” day was devoted to them.

Lynette’s collect call from prison was simple enough, wishing me a Happy Valentine’s Day and thanking me for the multiple Valentine’s Day cards–sent because the first one I’d mailed to her (early) had been rejected by the prison mailroom for having an “attachment.” The clear plastic cover was sewn to the fold crease; they apparently counted that as contraband. So I peeled the inner paper free of the card-plus-so-called-attachment and mailed it back to her, along with two more ultra-basic can’t-be-contraband cards plus another a few days later, adding up to four. By Valentine’s Day when she called, three of the four had arrived, been accepted by the mail room, and delivered to Lynette.

The entire rest of the day? Pam time! Which is fine; she is my wife, after all, living six weeks out of every eight on her own in her mother-in-law apartment in Utah. She did only get one Valentine’s Day card from me, but hey, it was a good one! Thankfully, I was able to provide her with an extremely crucial Valentine’s Day present. Priority Express mail tracking, checked multiple times on the computer, confirmed that a package containing all of her key medications for the next entire month, was no longer missing. Oh, it had been lost for a while, right enough. Mailed from Sierra Vista, Arizona, on Saturday the 11th, it had left Tucson at 5:44 a.m. on Sunday…and then fallen off the tracking radar entirely. Priority Express Mail is “money back guaranteed” to deliver in two days, in this case by Monday the 13th by 3:00 p.m.

It had missed the deadline. I’d driven to town and told the local Post Office, and an email was sent to the dock in Salt Lake City.

Pam, in the meantime, experienced the expected difficulty in controlling her terror. For most of Valentine’s Day, she’d been difficult to assist sufficiently, especially long distance. But I’d managed, helped her get back to some sort of balance repeatedly, and finally been able to report that not only had the Salt Lake City post office updated the tracking to show the package had “arrived” there at 8:18 a.m. that morning (after being found who knows where), but had also been delivered to the Corinne post office where it was “available for pickup.” Never mind that Amy, Pam’s daughter, swung by there and missed their small town early closing time of 3:10 p.m. by approximately zero seconds. It would be delivered to Pam at her apartment on the 15th, two days late and qualifying for a full cash refund of the mailing cost.

Not only that, but I had also been able to report to Pam that our brand new Dish TV service here at the Border Fort–after two months of no TV following cancellation of DirectTV’s less than stellar programming–was AWESOME. When she flies back home in March for two weeks, she’ll have the best-ever TV to watch in her room. YAY!

Finally, it was supper time. I’d pretty much given my all; I was thoroughly drained. But chow at the Country House Restaurant in my favorite booth, among wait staff who all know me as a regular, with peace and quiet and a great fantasy read on my Kindle, that would fix me right up. And it did. The sun had set by the time I finished my meal, ordered apple pie ala mode for dessert, finished that, and decided I’d stalled as long as I could. But the ticket was wrong; only the dessert showed on it, a total of $3.39 for what should have been a whole lot more than that.

“A whole lot more needs to be added to this ticket,” I told Stacey, the blonde cashier with the pony tail down her back.

She smiled up at me, eyes a-twinkle. “No it doesn’t!”

“Oh? Why not?”

“Somebody paid your bill.”

Well, slap me silly and tickle me with a feather.

It took a little prompting, but Stacey eventually told me the whole story. A “couple with a young baby” had told their waitress, pointing to me across the entire restaurant, “We want to pay for that gentleman’s meal, but don’t tell him till we’re gone.” They hadn’t known, of course, that I would order dessert after they’d departed the premises.

Wow. Had they seen the cowboy in the corner booth, eating alone on Valentine’s Day, concluded he must not have a woman in his life, and decided to brighten the “lonely” fellow’s day? They must have–and they did! “Regulars?” I asked Stacey.

“Never seen them before in my life.”

An event like that is a great reminder that no matter what the circumstances and conditions of the moment may entail, this world really is designed with you in mind, arranged for your spiritual benefit, with beauty and love for all. It’s mighty easy to forget that, sometimes, but true nonetheless. And just in case those sneaky, anonymous good Samaritans happen to read this post, THANK YOU.

12 thoughts on “To Get Love, Give Love: Vehicles for Spirit in Action

  1. You do go around grinning like a fool sometimes. I love it when I catch sight of you, although that has not happened in awhile. But it is good that someone got to take care of you a little bit. Glad that you got Pam calmed down, and that everyone got there Valentines card.
    I got to run around town all day, delivering people to job interviews and running people here and there. I got my youngest grandchild a HUGE stuffed dog and when I finally got to pick him up from the babysitter, he was so busy attacking it that his daddy had a hard time fastening him into his car seat. I think it was a successful gift to my youngest Valentine.
    Got home and when my daughter got dropped off, she had a giraffe for me. I love giraffes. I had bought one for me earlier, as well as some hanging planter boxes to hang on my porch. And some chimes that have the prettiest sound. Had to get Rodger some clothes that were decent for an interview, he had to borrow some from David for the day. Rodger now has something that is nice looking to wear to a job interview and he didn’t even have to cinch up the belt to hold the pants up, like with David’s. I am worried about that boy, he doesn’t eat enough and has lost about 25 lbs in the last year.

  2. “Grinning like a fool,eh?” Actually, I like that! It’s been a lifetime thing, too. I remember when it got me into a scuffle at a rival town’s dance when I was foolish enough at age 17 and somewhere around 130 pounds to smile like that at a 23 year old former Marine. Ended up going outside, won one (against another high schooler who’d been wanting a piece of me for months) and lost one (against the Marine), so at least I came out even. Hah!

    Your grandson figured his stuffed dog was great as an attack target, eh? Don’t know if I’ve ever seen a youngster do that, but I can picture it.

    I’m not an extreme giraffe fanatic but did get extremely impressed once when I got up close to an adult male at a zoo one time and was blown away at just how MASSIVE those critters are.

    Good to hear about Rodger’s interview clothes. And yeah, losing 25 pounds does sound potentially worrisome. I’ve managed to gain back most of the 20 I lost in November-December, all but the final 5 pounds that seem to want to bounce around. If I eat 4 times a day, I gain. If I eat 3 times a day, I lose. Middle ground, where thee be?

    WEIRD: So all of a sudden the comments are posting in italics–and nothing I can do seems to help. Huh!

  3. Daniel did love his gift. He was wrestling with it trying to keep hold of it. He was sitting in it’s lap today, while he was falling asleep. Rodger took pictures and sent them to me. Between him and Leila laying her head on it, that stuffed dog is in use constantly.
    I have several stuffed giraffes that he uses when he comes over here. One of them is really little and the biggest is about 2 feet long, laying down. I have had a fascination with them since before I was married and have some really nice ones that Dennis has gotten me over the years. We somehow misplaced a whole box of brass ones when we moved one time. We never did figure out how they disappeared. I haven’t been able to find a brass one since then.

  4. Lovely post, Ghost! I, too, believe in sharing joy and love, sthough in college I stopped being joyful when I realized that some friends that were going through bad times winced when I shared what was going on… that was before I understood about Karma and about sharing God’s love. It took a number of years for me to get away from talking negatively (and that is tough to do in “if your so smart why ain’t ya rich” New York City… LOL
    But here I am now, trying to follow in your footsteps of being a vehicle for divine love. Of course, I still have moments of “just let me at him for a couple of minutes, and then I’ll behave” thoughts, but they are not very frequent. 😉
    And congratulations on your Valentine’s Day gift! And from a loving couple, no less! 😀

  5. Becky: I just searched “brass giraffe” at Amazon–they have quite a few offerings there!


    Manny: Thanks. And I have my moments, same as you do. They’ve just become much less frequent, as well as of much lower intensity and shorter duration, over the years. Pre-Eckankar, when I was in my mid-twenties, I had an experience that made me realize I really did have the temper problem my friends and family had always told me I had. Took the first five years of hardcore effort after that to be able to see significant results, but after that, it continued to get better and better. Always need to stay on top of it, though, every moment of every day, so the ol’ kneejerk habit doesn’t get a toehold again.

    Yeah, I can imagine New York City–or Chicago, for that matter–might be a bit of an extra challenge. Which is maybe why you there, to test you REALLY thoroughly? (Just winging it here!)

  6. Wow, have the prices gone up on brass giraffe statues since I got mine. I had about 2 dozen of them, ranging in size from 5 inches to 18 inches. I must have had about $3000 worth of them. I can’t afford those giraffes now.

  7. Yes, I did notice that they looked pretty spendy. Pam has a lot of knick-knacks, ranging from Native American dolls to you name it, but I don’t think any one of them prices out as high as some of those brass giraffes.

  8. If I recall correctly, brass is very expensive now, and about two decades ago, thieves would target brass ornaments on buildings… as well as copper. So, Becky, I feel for you. I personally love procelain LLadro spanish statuettes, and purchased many in my youth, but they’ve gotten so expensive I just say “been there, bought that” 🙂
    As for the temptations of the Big City, Ghost, my only saving grace is that I’ve learned to be mainly shocked first before I get angry… the “fun” part is when I see the comedy in the person who is angry and me and I start laughing… they just don’t get the humor of the situation… LOL


  9. You bet, Manny; laughing is a great way to handle a number of situations. You just reminded me of the first time I spoke to Pam’s ex on the phone. She’d informed me that his standard approach was to throw out a bit of intimidation and go from there. I also knew she’d had two intervening relationships with guys who had substance abuse problems. So one day (this was in February of 1997), she’s talking to him (ex) and hands me the phone. Her former husband’s first words to me were, “So what are you, another f—ing drunk?” And yep, you guessed it, I started laughing, followed by “Not hardly!”

    We’ve gotten to know each other since then and get along fine, but I don’t think he got the humor of the situation either. He didn’t know what to make of me for quite some time after that.

  10. What an awesome experience, Ghost! I had something similar happen to me a couple of Thanksgivings ago. I had taken my son and his best friend out for Thanksgiving dinner (didn’t feel like cooking for two that year). When I asked for the bill, the waitress told us someone had paid it anonymously. Wow! Someone paid for a party of three. I was completely blown away.

    Yes, there are still good people roaming this Earth!

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