So often we get to thinking about what church can do for us. Whether we like the worship style, or the preacher, or whether enough people go there that we even know. And maybe even unintentionally, we focus on what we’ll get out of it on any particular Sunday, or whether it’s really worth going or not.
But we forget, like I had that day, that often being there is an act of worship. Just showing up sometimes may seem tough, but if we can press through, our presence there might directly encourage another hurting soul. Breathing life their way. Reminding them that God sees. And cares.
I’m thankful this precious family showed up that day. They made a difference in my life.
Another Sunday will be coming around soon. And we need Him. We need each other, like Jesus with skin on. No matter how broken and bruised we might be, we need to just show up and remind one another that we’re in this life thing together. That we’re never alone.
We need the freshness of His Spirit to breathe life into our weary, hurried souls.