My heart’s cry since moving is, “Lord, I’m so lonely.”
I recently told my husband I feel like I’ve been at a yearlong cocktail party. I am having fun and meeting lots of wonderful people but I have to stay dressed up and I’m tired of wearing these heels. By golly!
Meeting people and knowing people are two entirely different things.
Don’t get me wrong. This new town of mine is filled with some amazing women. It just takes time to pour your heart out or call someone when you need help.
This past week when I was running late, I called friends. Twice. They grabbed my kids for me. Our neighborhood pool became a place of meeting with friends instead of a place where we try to meet friends. My house is full of other peoples’ children and my phone is gloriously full of their mommies’ numbers.
Hallelujah! I have a list.
Hallelujah! I have girlfriends.
The reason this is so incredibly historical is because I actually called two of these mommies to help me. With my kids. They said yes. I cheered in my speeding mom-burban. I did.
Help has arrived.
In the form of sweet girlfriends.
I might have enjoyed their friendship sooner… If only I had asked.
I’m praying for my new girlfriends today:
The one who blesses others is abundantly blessed;
those who help others are helped.
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