You don’t talk about it much.
But deep down, you’ve known the ache of Leah—
the woman in Genesis 29,
whose story sits quietly between the lines of someone else's love story.
Leah was given to a man who never asked for her.
Married by deception.
Overshadowed by a sister who seemed to sparkle.
So she kept giving—hoping it would finally be enough.
Maybe this time, she thought.
Maybe if I give more, love harder, carry heavier,
he’ll finally choose me.
And every time he didn’t,
Leah turned her eyes to heaven.
She named her sons after her ache—
hoping each one would be the thing that made him stay.
But by the time she birthed her fourth,
something in her shifted.
She let go of the need to be chosen by a man
and chose to be seen by her God.
“This time,” she said,
“I will praise the Lord.” (Genesis 29:35)
Dear Little Girl,
You were never created to compete for love.
You were created to receive it.
You’ve stayed through storms.
You’ve raised sons in the wreckage.
You’ve poured yourself out again and again,
even when your own cup felt bone-dry.
But look—
the love is coming back to you now.
In texts that say, I’m proud of you.
In the moment your son is moved to tears by your purpose.
In a small box of macaroons that whispers, I see you, Mom.
You are not Leah because you were unloved.
You are Leah because you were faithful.
Because you kept praising.
Because God is building something eternal through you—
three boys worth of praise.
And maybe, just maybe,
He gave you sons to remind you
that you were always worth choosing.
That you are seen.
Steady.
Sacred.
And even when love gets complicated—
God’s love never does.
So rest, Little Girl.
Let go of the need to be picked.
You already are.
And the One who chose you?
He’s not leaving.
He’s just getting started.
