We cry out and He responds

As told to Shterna Lazaroff by Rochel Lazaroff

“I’m going to sit down,” I told my husband, gesturing to one of the last remaining seats on the bus. I wanted time to focus before we arrived in Chevron. There was so much to think about, so much to daven for.

Our visit to Eretz Yisrael was a nice break, but the entire time, I could think of nothing but our lives back home. My husband and I run Aishel House in Houston, Texas, a bikur cholim home that caters to patients at Texas Medical Center, the largest medical complex in the world.

Unfortunately, between the dozens of hospitals in the complex, there were many, many Jewish patients passing through Houston. We helped them with kosher food, chaplaincy, general support, and housing. Our shlichus kept us quite busy — until it didn’t.