I live in an area where snow falls in winter, and I would prefer that it would stay off my driveway. My husband looked outside at the snow one day and scowled. He knew I would need the driveway cleared off soon. Just then our doorbell rang, and three enthusiastic brothers stood at the door with shovels in hand, asking if they could help to clear our driveway. Delighted, my husband hired them right away.

Now, whenever snow falls, we wait for the doorbell to ring. We pay the neighbor boys in cash—and often in cookies too. Then their smiles get bigger.

They were here one day when we had company sitting at our table. I heard the bell and opened the door, and they had already shoveled half the driveway. They were letting me know they were there. When they finished, I offered them some goodies, and our guests remarked on how polite and well-mannered they were.

Then I shared part of their story. The youngest brother had recently gone through a battle with cancer. We gave thanks for the good news that his treatments were over and that he was home. Friends and neighbors had also gathered for a rooftop party at the hospital to encourage the young brother during that time. We talked about the many prayers and examples of care that were shared with the family. We thanked God that his family shows up when needed.