An Open Letter to Every Woman

Hello Friend.

I see you.

I see you searching for the best deals at the grocery store while your kid begs for the cookies on the next aisle. I see you shopping alone, enjoying the moments of reprieve without your kids. I see you pushing the cart behind your aging husband as you get the same thing you did this time last week. I see you picking up the necessities to get you through another work week.

I see you.

I see you hurrying everyone into the church: straightening collars, tying shoes, pulling skirts down over Doc McStuffins underwear. I see you slipping in the back, trying to remain unnoticed that you were late and had been crying. I see you rushing out the church doors at two minutes after twelve to get lunch on the table.

I see you.

I see you folding the never-ending basket of laundry. I see you sitting in the middle of too many toys trying to sort them for the hundredth time today. I see you coming in after a long, busy, stressful work day and loving on your family while you kick off your shoes and rub your tired feet.

I see you.

I see you looking at yourself in the mirror. I see you sucking in the rounded belly that has carried your perfect children. I see you pinching the soft skin under your arms that is looser than it used to be. I see you pulling back the wrinkles around your eyes that tell the story of all your joy. I see you smoothing your hair one more time and sighing in resignation. I see you adding a touch more lipstick to your lips and puckering in feigned seductivity.

I see you.

I see you driving down the road in the vehicle that fits your current stage of life. I see you jamming out to the latest song on your radio and glimpsing at yourself in the rear-view mirror. I see you lecturing your kids on the importance of buckling their seat belts as you hurry to buckle your own. I see you cautiously rolling down the street aware of the silence in your car and missing the noise that your grandkids bring.

I see you.

I see you leaving your little ones at daycare in your heels and slacks. I see you driving through the school drop off lane wearing your yoga pants and t-shirt. I see you cleaning house while others wonder what you did all day. I see you rushing to pay bills over your lunch break while inhaling a soggy sandwich from your lunch bag. I see you trying hard at the latest work at home business to earn some extra spending money. I see you pouring over your check book on payday to make sure you have enough to get you through the month.

I see you.

I see you looking at my baby daughter and wishing for a baby of your own. I see you pondering the energy of my two year old and wonder how you survived your own two year old. I see you laughing at the antics of my grade schoolers, remembering your own sons’ shenanigans just a few years ago. I see you biting your tongue as your little one throws a fit. I see you asking, again, for your son to find his shoes.

I see you.

I see you glancing at your phone as you get a text message from your closest friend. I see you scrolling social media photos of others out having fun, while you weren’t invited. I see you picking up your phone to call a friend for lunch, but changing your mind at the last minute.

I see your busyness. I see your faithfulness. I see all that you do. I see your insecurities. I see you going through the motions while you do all you can to make the best life for your family. I see how tired you are. I see how lonely you are. I see your tears. I see your smile. I see your fears. I see your hopes. I see you.

You and I aren’t much different. We both struggle to do everything we need to do while carefully balancing the things we want to do. We both need friends, but are afraid of being hurt. We both miss our Moms. We both work hard and we both enjoy binge watching guilty pleasure television. We both know how it feels to dislike certain parts of our bodies and proud of ourselves when we reach a goal.

God sees you, too. Psalms 33:17 reminds us that, “the Lord’s eyes are on all those who fear him, who hope in His unfailing love.” He cares for you. He sees your struggles and your loneliness. He rejoices with you and mourns with you. He wants you to know that He loves all of you: your love handles, wrinkles, frizzies, blemishes, quirks, flaws, and all. He blesses your hard work and diligence. He strengthens you and supplies you with an added measure. He is developing self-control and patience in you. He is giving you endurance to finish strong. He sees you. He is with you. And He loves you. You’re never alone. His eyes are on the sparrow, and you can be assured that He is watching you, as well.
Tiffany Heth

Tiffany is the mother to four amazing children, all God’s miracle to their family, and she cherishes every moment given her to be with them. John, Tiffany’s husband, and their family make their home in Iowa, where they minister to a congregation of fellow believers. Tiffany is not only a breast-feeding, cloth-diapering mother and a pastor’s wife, but she takes great joy in nourishing her family with the wild game that they have been fortunate enough to harvest. “How great is the Father’s love for us that we shall be called children of God, for that is what we are!” 1 John 3:1

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