He Spoke I Went

Today my heart is full as I think about Sister Jennifer and the quiet, powerful gift she offers every week.

Sister Jennifer opened her home—her garage—to become a sanctuary. Because of her willingness to consecrate her space, families can worship closer to their homes and avoid the burden of transportation costs. Many now walk to church, gathering as a humble, faithful group of Saints who come each week to sing hymns of praise and partake of the sacrament.

As we lifted our voices together, I felt the Spirit settle over us. It was as if heaven itself recognized the devotion of this small congregation and the sacrifice that makes it all possible.

Sister Jennifer’s backyard even became a place of covenant keeping. On Sunday, I witnessed a baptism take place in a simple font behind her home. In that quiet moment, I felt the unmistakable witness that the Lord sees every offering—no matter how small it may seem to the world.

Her home has become holy ground. Her service is shaping lives by bringing them unto Christ. And her example reminds me that the Lord works through willing hearts, open doors, and simple acts of love.

Grateful for Sister Jennifer. Grateful for this little branch of believers. Grateful for a God who meets His people wherever they gather in His name.

“For where two or three are gathered together in my name, there am I in the midst of them.” — Matthew 18:20