The fire was dancing in the firepit...in the backyard...not on a distant shore. It was more like a late night snack than breakfast. The fare included s'mores and hot chocolate rather than bread and fish. And those enjoying the warmth and sweet indulgences were women instead of men.
But one thing was the same.
Jesus was there.
He was a very present guest...in each conversation...in every testimony...in the moments of prayer...and in the laughter of girls who love their Jesus.
Thanks to my friend, Amy, the tender of the fire...in her firepit...and in the friendships that unite us.
Our Lord Jesus, thank You for the blessing of friendships. Thank You that You are Emmanuel...God with us. We love every minute of Your presence.