Falling Into The Arms of Jesus With Friends

Its no secret that fall is my favorite season. I absolutely LOVE the burst of vivid colors of yellow, red, orange, and brown. Everywhere I look, I see a a big hodgepodge of messy beautiful.

 The only thing better than fall is being able to enjoy it with those I love. On Friday, I got to take a drive to Apple Hill with my husband and his mom. Sweet to be sure. Yesterday was even sweeter. I got to savor a few precious moments with a dear friend, sharing our hearts while walking up and down streets strewn with fall color. Nothing beats that. Well, only one thing: after sharing our hearts with one another, we got to share our hearts with Jesus. Being able to fall into the arms of Jesus together, like jumping into a pile of leaves, it's what Christian fellowship is all about. It's absolutely beautiful. And at times, it can be messy beautiful - like the fall colors. We shed tears, we praise, we petition God for help. When we pray and pour out our hearts to God together, it can be a hodgepodge. But it's the best!

 As if the day wasn't already perfect enough, our church gathered for an intimate evening of prayer and worship last night. We circled around and sang songs, prayed, and worshiped God together in community. There are just no words. Yes, fall is beautiful. But falling into the arms of Jesus with sisters and brothers in Christ is even more beautiful.

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