It's hard out here for a church-planter's wife

I've been a church planter's wife for seven years to the date. One of the hardest things for me has been belonging to a strong community and making deep relationships with other women. Today I realized that the only adult interaction I have during the week since we've lived in Memphis is with my husband and his mother. Occassionally, I interact with my mother or sister via phone calls. Other than that, it's just the mail man, the construction workers across the street, and sometimes a neighbor or two. I am lonely.

Last weekend, I went to St. Louis to visit my best friend from high school. She now lives in Boston with her husband. It was the first time in 5 years that I had seen her. But our friendship picked up right where it left off. I loved spending time with her. We didn't have to try. Even when we became friends in 8th grade, we could just hang out and be with each other. It seems that the older I get, the harder it is to have this type of friendship. There has to be purpose for getting together. But sometimes, I just need a friend to be with.

I love being a church-planter's wife. I love being a church-planter. But sometimes during the transitions (which we have had a lot of in 7 years), it gets lonely. Today, we are going to Adela's birthday party. She turns one tomorrow, a day before Adam turns one. I met her and her parents at Otherlands last week. Maybe they will be new friends. Maybe I will find a new friend at my job that I start tomorrow.