This morning I went to Church for the first time in a very long time, so long in fact I can't actually remember when I last went. I connected with God in a way I'd be longing to, simply because I was in amongst my brothers and sisters. It felt like there was unity, that I was in a safe place. It sounds incredibly cliche but I guess God wanted to show me how important fellowship is and taking one morning out of every week to connect with His Church. It wasn't that I connected amazingly with the worship or that the prayers struck me but just simply that I'd taken time to stop and let God in. I wonder how much I've missed in the last few months.
