I’m sitting here at camp, getting ready to head to Morrilton to give blood in honor of a wonderful friend whose smile and friendliness made camp a special week every a year.

I will be thinking about my friend Ashley, who was killed a few years ago in a car accident and I’ll be giving blood in the hopes that it might help those who are in need.

And I’ll be thinking of my Master who gave His blood that I so desperately need (Matthew 26:28).