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To the _______________ woman,
You are not your label. You are more than that.
You are not "just" a stay at home mom, driving your mini-van with the cheerios crushed into the upholstery.
You are not "just" a single girl netflix binging for another Friday night, looking at another meme about loving pizza.
You are not "just" a divorced woman, struggling with an unexpected grief and loss as you navigate the waters of whether or not you even want to find love again and fighting back tears as you see the old couple holding hands at the mall.
You are not "just" a childless woman, with the judgmental stares and glances from others about whether or not you even want to have kids, and the comments from your mom about when she'll get grand kids.
You are not "just" an old woman, wondering if you even have a voice anymore in the midst of the loud voices around you.
You are not "just" a young woman, filled with wide eye wonder, naive to the ways of the world.
You are not your label. You are more than that.
You are not "just" a working mom, trying to keep up with carpool while spilling coffee on your new suit as you push on the gas a little faster to make it to work on time, only to notice that at least the coffee stain covers the spit up stain from earlier this morning.
You are not "just" retired, navigating a new found free time and a shockingly difficult adjustment to a fixed income, and the discovery that "retired" is not the correct word for how busy life has become after a paid job.
You are not "just" a grandmother, filling your grand-babies with sugar and love and sending them home, or raising them when your children could not.
You are not "just" beautiful, with the stares and the compliments and the questions of whether people like you, or just how you look.
You are not "just" smart, with your quick responses and insight to the world around you, with your love for science and math, something they told you "girls aren't usually into."
You are not your label, you are more than that.
You are not "just" a survivor, an introvert, an extrovert, a feminist, an aunt, a daughter, a friend.
You are not "just" a boss, an employee, a foster-mom, a blogger, a teacher, a diagnosis.
You are not "just" anything.
You are the beloved of God.
You are the beloved of God whether your label says broken, or sad, or lonely, or single, or married, or stay at home mom.
You are the beloved of God whether your label was given to you by someone else, or you have given it to yourself.
You are the beloved of God no matter your age, your status, or your income.
You are the beloved of God.
You are the beloved of God, whether you identified with my stereotypes of you or not.
You are the beloved of God now in this moment, whether you feel like you deserve it or not, whether you feel like you are succeeding or struggling, whether you feel worthy or not. You are the beloved of God.
You are never "just" anything, because you are the beloved of God.
