Five moms in my parish wanted to do a morning bible study. None of us knew one another beforehand. We met every Friday after the kids got on the school bus. A grandma watched the little ones not yet in school. We prayed together, learned together, shared our life experiences. At the end of the school year we celebrated with a family picnic. This went on for 5 years, for me; new members joined, some left.
Kids have grown up. Our original group has disbanded. We have a close bond, like sisters, though we don’t meet formally anymore. If I was in trouble or facing a tragedy, I would turn to them, and the grandma, for support.