Yesterday I was all packed up, and my passenger was ready to go. We were heading into town for me to do some errands, and for her to go to the hospital. She has some kind of cyst growing on her hand, and it stops her from being able to work as a seamstress and a plastic bag artisan.
I was already a little behind schedule, but before we could leave, my friends gathered around the truck and prayed-for me, for my friend's trip to the hospital, for safe travel, and for other stuff I didn't catch.
This happens pretty often. I have a lot to learn about prayer from my friends here.