I had the blessing of sharing meals with fellow believers twice today: eating tacos for lunch with a new pastor friend from another church whom I got to meet through a mutual friend, and then a dinner of grilled cheese and homemade soup with my family and a few folks from my church family.
Just the simple act of being able to look across a table of half -empty plates and say, “How can I pray for you?” is a sweet thing. The bond between believers, even those who have just met, is a marvel.
I know this is a little repetitive from the other day, but I’m just again reminded what a blessing it is to be part of the family of God. My Father is so gracious.
Plus, the tacos al pastor were really, really good. (Wait—a pastor eating pastor tacos with another pastor. That’s kinda funny. Okay, maybe just to me.)
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