As most of you know, I’ve been pretty much housebound for the last 2 1/2 months because of my ancient and crumbling back. Last Sunday morning was the first time I ventured out to church in all that time. Last night a sweet friend who lives nearby was so kind as to drive me to the annual women’s Christmas fellowship. This is always a delightful gathering, and last night was no exception.
My daughter was the hostess. She always decorates her home beautifully at Christmas, so it was the perfect setting. There were maybe 35 or so women there. We sang, enjoyed a gift exchange of Christmas mugs. We were blessed to hear a missionary speak to us about how to talk to others about the Lord. We had yummy cookies and cocoa, coffee, or tea.
And we had lots of fellowship. I was enjoying talking with a couple of other women, but at the same time, I was observing little groups scattered throughout the family room, kitchen, and front living room/dining room area, all visiting, laughing, and enjoying each other. Sometimes the conversations were serious, too.
One thing I’m sure of: No one was engaged in gossip or complaining. It was a totally upbeat gathering, women seeking out the friendship and companionship of other women.
Many welcomed me from my long exile, and expressed that they were praying for me and would continue to do so through my January surgery.
God’s Word tells us that where two or three are gathered together in His name, He is there. His presence was definitely there last night.