I was in a spiritual tizzy—that’s an esoteric term for 80% emotions-running-wild, and 20% having faith that everything will work out. I can’t remember what it was over but it involved documents and beaucoup emotion.

I sent a group text to my closest closies to the effect of: “Sisters (and you one mister). I’m on the verge. Can you, for real, send prayers up for me? A meditation. A candle. Whatever feels right. Anything.” I let them know what I was praying for, and then I sent a sweet but obnoxious chain of individual “Thank you” “Thank you” “Thank you” texts. One at a time. For affect.

With IMMEDIATE enthusiasm, every friend texted back to say, Done! Doing it! Holding you in the Light! I love you! You got this!

And one friend sent me a photo of the candle she lit and the sacred object she placed on her altar for me. And she said something that made me stop and inhale the heat of my tears:

It’s an honour to help you.

Stopped me.

It’s an honour to help you.

Melted me.

It’s an honour to help you.

Had never occurred to me.

This declaration made poetry out of what I knew to be true: that most people want to help out, but more than that, they cherish the opportunity.

We all have a deep need to be helpful, it’s how the Soul gets its exercise.

So please remember this when YOU need help. When you need back-up on your divine petitions, give someone the honour of lending you their faith.