We are the Church.

It was going to be a silly Sunday night. After community group, I was going bowling with an awesomesauce group of fabulously funny people. For the long weekend, we had made plans to party every day … pa-pa-pa-party every day.

And then community group went late. We talked forever about the closing words of Nehemiah. We split into group and confessed sin long undisturbed. We laid hands on one another. We prayed long, slow prayers. We pleaded on one another's behalf. We talked without rushing. We held hands. And we got done far too late for bowling.

And I wouldn't have traded it for the world.

Tonight, I'm home and my girls are still out. And my soul is so fed. Tonight was life-giving and nourishing. I am overwhelmed by what it means to be the Church and what an honor it is to have siblings through Jesus. I am stunned by how quickly we became family and by the miraculous way we are present to one another and sacrificing for one another.

We are the Church. And it's miraculous. And I almost missed it.