Wake in the night to pray for another. Respond to the promptings to share scripture that speaks into each other’s lives.
Laugh. Cry. Reflect. Laugh more. We laugh a lot.
People say you can worship God anywhere. It’s true. I’ve done it. Alone on a lakeshore. In a crowded concert hall.
But the fragrance of praise is rarely as sweet as when we sit together in vulnerability; we cheer each other towards courage; we lift each other in prayer. We declare, like Ruth to Naomi, “Your people will be my people.” We mean it. And everyone there knows it.
It’s more than community.
It feels like home.
Join the 5-minute movement at The Gypsy Momma in her 5-Minute Friday challenge. Each week she posts a word. Set your timer for 5 minutes and just write. No stopping. No editing. Only 5 minutes. Just my style!