A few weeks ago we had one of those weekends as a family where none of us could tolerate each other. We were all edgy and snappy and none of us could relax enough to extend grace. We decided to get out of the house and head to the shore to get some air and space. We headed to Atlantic City to see the boardwalk post-Sandy, to play at the beach and to try and shake whatever was ailing us.
It worked. A couple of hours digging in the sand and a trip into the best candy store ever shifted our moods.
However, later that night I commented to Jeff that I thought the problem was we, as a family, were desperately lonely. We have entered into a great ministry with great people, but all of them have been here for a while and have established their own communities and friend groups. We left an amazing community with great friends and family. That is not easily replaced, and certainly not in the 3 months that we have been here.
We thought about a lot of things when we decided to move here, but I think we under estimated the silent toll it takes on our family to not have friends to call over for dinner or some play time for our girls.
We are hopeful in the coming months as we embed in a church and the girls begin school that we will find those people to share our life with as well as our UrbanPromise community.
But right now, right here, it is lonely.