The church we’ve been attending is going through a series on community building. It’s been good, and, in light of some significant changes we’re in the process of making as a family, very timely.

It is easy for me to hide in my house behind my responsibilities and behind my personality. However, I’m finding that not only do I do myself a disservice with this behavior, but I’m less inclined to allow my children the freedom to build community with their friends as well. It isn’t exactly that we don’t have time; I just don’t choose to make the time we do have work to that advantage.

Tonight I’m joining the ladies from the small group for coffee. Tomorrow night I’m going out with a group of like-minded homeschooling mamas I know.

It’s time – time I normally reserve for jammies and reading and computer and sewing and…me. I’ve missed out in real life by not pursuing these opportunities. Tonight I will attempt to begin to change.

I will take a time to talk. I will slow my horse to a meaning walk. I’m thrusting my hoe in the (frozen) ground and going up to the stone wall.

I hope for a friendly visit. And also for community to begin in my heart and in my life.