Community is kind of a buzz-word in the church right now, but when you have it everything is better. When you are isolated everything is harder. Community, even if it's just one other friend, or just a small group of other women, or a few couples, that is where I have found change, and healing and the real-life growth I needed so much.
I believe God leads us through seasons of wandering through relational deserts. I know God prunes us, and causes our roots to go deeper in Him during seasons of being (or feeling) alone but the growth, the branches sprouting up and stretching out, I have found, at least in my life anyway, that these seasons happen when I'm in the context of community.
It takes time to develop community. It takes showing up again and again, it takes reaching out even when you feel you have nothing to offer, it takes saying yes to meeting up at the park on days when you want to stay home in your jammies, it takes being willing to open up your home and sit with dirty dishes and unfolded laundry and share a cup of coffee and your heart. It takes showing up and being willing to set aside the emotionally photoshopped version of yourself, and be real, in all your beautiful mess.