Bent almost in half and barely able to walk, an old man bagged groceries at our local supermarket. He shuffled through the parking lot and insisted on lifting the heavy sacks into my trunk. Smiling, he turned to me while holding his back and exclaimed, “Isn’t it a beautiful day to work!” Through the years I’ve remembered these words and the light in the old man’s face. I was beginning to see a needed lesson to be learned by his example—reinforced while reading this line from George Eliot’s book, Middlemarch: “You must love your work, and not be always looking over the edge of it, wanting your play to begin.” At the time I was teaching school and doing just that—looking over the edge of my frenzied days to the anticipated relief of weekends. So I decided to change my attitude about work. First, I tried to see a spiritual component in every task, allowing the Lord’s spirit to work through me to lift and help others. That’s when it became a joy rather than just a job—a delight rather than drudgery. God promised, “I will also ease the burdens which are put upon your shoulders, that even you cannot feel them upon your backs” (Mosiah 24:14). It is the Lord’s gift to lift my burdens as I try to be His emissary. I am grateful for hard things that make me grow as well as soft moments that nourish the soul.