Lonelier Than I Expected

I'm lonely. I have a few mom-friends. I have a wonderful hubby. Two boys. Tons of FB friends. Old friends from our home in South GA. I have family I can call.

And I'm lonely. Very lonely.

I was naive in coming into this season of motherhood, because with our first son, I simply wasn't lonely. We led a Small Group that met in our home every week. I had single friends and married friends with whom I spent every Sunday morning at church. My hubby led worship, so I got there after C woke up and hung out until lunch. He napped. I got in the Word or spent time with friends. We ran the place.

Now we are in a new town with a tiny church and a few friends. Having a new baby has made going anywhere 10x's harder, and honestly...

I generally don't want to go. Church, Small Group, the park, CFA, the grocery story... Going anywhere is so much work that I would rather stay home.

So then I spend time telling God I'm lonely. Telling my hubby I'm lonely. Telling my old friends I'm lonely.

And yet, I'm pretty sure I won't want to go to church this weekend, and if we don't, it'll be the same pattern this week as last week.