There was a woman who was bedridden and she realized she could use her bed as her “chapel,” in which to pray. That made her feel useful, and her prayers were a very powerful giving of herself for others. I can’t as a blind person drive someone to a doctor’s appointment for instance, but I can cook meals, volunteer, and I can always pray.

I know a little—or more than a little—about being on the receiving end; it is humbling, and it makes one so grateful. This week, on March 30 I will celebrate the 4th anniversary of my live kidney transplant from our friend Rich. This gift of life was the miraculous conclusion to a 3½-year wild rollercoaster ride. During those very difficult years, we were blessed by family, friends, and by the prayer support of people we have never met. We don’t know how we would have gotten through this time without their help.