“When the Lord saw that Leah was not loved, He enabled her to conceive…” —Genesis 29:31
(Leah’s story in Genesis 29–30)
Just like Leah, you kept showing up in a story that seemed to celebrate someone else.
You gave, you stayed, you prayed—hoping it would finally be enough to be chosen.
And somewhere along the way, without even realizing it,
you became everything to everyone.
You wore so many hats in those early chapters, didn’t you?
Wife.
Mother.
Healer.
Helper.
Peacemaker.
Protector.
All while still feeling like a little girl inside some days.
You carried so much, trying to keep everyone else standing—
when you were the one quietly unraveling.
You tried to be the steady one.
The safe one.
The one no one would ever leave.
But sweet girl, listen closely—because I’ve been where you are.
I know the fear that wraps around your ribs like a vice.
The fear of divorce.
The fear of being alone.
The fear of never being chosen—not really.
The fear that if you stop holding it all together, everything will fall apart.
The financial fear. The motherhood fear.
The late-night wondering:
Do I stay to protect my kids—or do I go to protect myself?
Will healing ever come? Will a miracle ever reach this messy, broken place?
I’ve lived those questions.
And I want you to know:
You don’t have to compete anymore.
Not for love.
Not for approval.
Not to be seen, celebrated, or chosen.
Because you already are.
Already loved.
Already known.
Already held.
Even when others missed the weight you were carrying—God never did.
He saw the nights your heart raced in silence.
The mornings your smile covered worry.
The way your mind looped through every worst-case scenario.
The way your son’s pain felt like your own wound.
The way a passing comment could shake your sense of worth.
The way you quietly wondered if you were crazy—or just deeply, deeply tired.
And still—you stayed.
You prayed.
You showed up.
And He never stopped showing up for you.
And now He whispers...
“You don’t have to be strong all the time. You just have to be Mine.”
So exhale, Love.
Set down the fear.
Set down the hustle.
Set down the invisible scoreboard that told you you had to earn love to keep it.
Come sit at the well.
The stone’s already rolled away.
The Living Water is flowing.
And the table?
It’s set—and your name card is there.
No one can take your seat.
Not Rachel.
Not anyone else.
You belong here.
There’s still time.
There’s still hope.
And yes—miracles still happen.
🙏 A Prayer for the One Who’s Trying So Hard:
Jesus,
Thank You for seeing me—especially in the places I once felt invisible.
Thank You for reminding me that I don’t have to compete for what You freely give.
Help me keep laying down the fear of not being enough.
Help me rest.
Help me trust.
Help me stay rooted in the truth that being Yours is enough.
I give You the ache, the old stories, the worn-out striving.
Thank You for choosing me—again and again.
Amen.
