She Who Stands







She stands at the kitchen sink,
Hands damp with soap and exhaustion,
Silent battles waging beneath tired eyes.
The world sees only dishes,
But she knows—she is fighting wars unseen.

The weight of tiny hands,
The echo of voices asking, "Mom, what’s next?"
She gives, she bends, she breaks—
Yet she rises.

She walks into rooms
Already feeling she has failed.
Judged for choices,

Measured by standards she never agreed to.

"You only have one child, so how could you understand?"
"You work—so do you even really raise your kids?"
"You stay home—so do you do anything else?"
"You chose formula—why didn’t you try harder?"
"You breastfed—why didn’t you give them independence?"

The words don’t always come out loud,
But the side-eyes, the hesitations, the unspoken rankings—
They scream just the same.

She carries the weight.
She fights the doubt.
She wonders—"Am I enough?"

Then, a whisper—
Not from the world, not from the doubt,
But from the One who sees her completely.

"My daughter, who told you that you weren’t enough?"

She exhales.
She lets go.
She remembers—
She was never meant to carry it alone.

God never asked for spotless floors, perfect schedules,
or motherhood without struggle.
He asked for faith.
For trust.
For surrender.

She remembers the night she spilled her sorrow,
Poured her heart into the quiet,
And felt a divine hand pull her close.

"Who are you trying to impress?"
"Who said you had to carry it all?"

She releases the chains of expectation.
She silences the voices that don’t matter.
She stands—not because she has it all together,
But because grace holds her up.

She is not failing.
She is not drowning.
She is seen.
She is strong.
She is His.

So when they whisper,
When they judge,
When they hold invisible scorecards to her choices,

She lifts her chin,
She steps forward,
She clings to truth.

Because she is not measured by comparison.
She is not defined by judgment.
She is held in love, clothed in grace, and strengthened by the One who never doubts her worth.

And that? That is more than enough.

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