Just be there...

Our cell group, which had been five members, was knocked down to three. This was due to contracts ending and people moving, things we knew were coming and nothing to worry about. 

The cell group died when the third member decided to take a break from the group, leaving my wife and I. At that point we knew the group was doomed unless we kept it alive, just the two of us. If we met every week at the regular meeting time we would keep a pulse. A weak pulse, but the group would be there waiting for new members to join up.

I let the group die. We had one session by ourselves, which we really enjoyed, but then never met again.

To me, the moral of the story is that, sometimes, just being around is doing something big for God. "Where two or three are gathered", as the Scripture says.