Dear you,

 Yes you, the one who I pass in the grocery store with small children wondering how she will afford the groceries she is buying.  I see you.

 Yes you, the one who wears the scars of yesterday’s pain.  I see you.

 Yes you, the one who cries herself to sleep every night because she fears the one she loves who shares her bed, no longer loves her.  I see you.

 Yes you, the one who works out every day only to buy into the lie that make her feel she is less than.  I see you.

 Yes you, the one who feels as though she has already failed at parenting and she just started.  I see you.

Yes you, the one who lives under guilt from working full time and putting her kids in daycare.  I see you.

I see you who hears echoes of words from years past replaying in her mind every second she looks in the mirror, because you are haunted by your past.  I see you who takes great effort in outward beauty because inside you feel disgusting.

I see you every day.  I do not know you.  I haven't met you.  I walk past you, I see you, I smile, you smile.  We try to control our two year olds from having melt downs right in the store.  We stop our kids from throwing objects at us while we are driving.  We go home at night and sit in a dark room hiding from our home because the amount to clean is larger than us at the moment. I see it all.  I am like you.  I am a mom, a woman, a fighter, a wife, a lover and a friend. 

I have a message for you:

No matter the outcome of what you are individually going through YOU MATTER.  You are valuable.  You are the daughter of the high king.  You are beautiful.  You are lovely.  And though somedays you do not feel worthy, or feel like people don't see you; God sees you, he sent his son to die for you because he knew, he felt, and he determined you are worthy.  He hand-picked you.  He loves you.  You are enough, YOU are enough,  YOU ARE ENOUGH.

We are a sisterhood, we are women, and we are mothers.  I will stand by you shoulder to shoulder.  I will weep with you, I will laugh with you.  I will dance with you.  I will celebrate with you. 

Truth is, I don't have it all together, none of us do.  I lost it several times trying to keep my 'you know what' together over the holidays with all the kids.  It was madness.  I work out and feel like I get nowhere.  I hear the lies being whispered by the voice of the enemy.  I feel insecure and inadequate.  I do a lot of things afraid.  But, I also know who I am.  I am strong.  I am valuable.  I am cherished.  I am powerful.  I am loved

Next time you pass a mom in the store...  Smile.  She is fighting the same insecurities you are.  She wonders if she is enough, if she is doing it right.  She worries, she cries and she needs support just like you.

Let us change the course of division between women, between mothers by uniting, laughing, and caring.  Let's really look at someone instead of past them.  Let's make a difference, for us and for our daughters.  Invest in one another, serve one another and love one another.  If not for yourself, then for your and for our daughters. 

And remember.  YOU ARE ENOUGH.