I Met Post-Partum Me for Coffee

I met post-partum me for coffee. 

She was late but so was I. I ordered a caramel iced latte with oat milk and cold foam. She winced when I asked what she wanted and shamefully admitted that this would be her second one of the day and it was only 10AM. 

She was wearing spit up stained clothes. I didn’t mind that her hair hadn’t been brushed today. 

She tried to smile but I could tell she felt heavy. 

She blinked back tears when I asked how things were. She said “This is supposed to be my dream come true yet I am always so sad.”

She went on as tears streamed down her red cheeks, “I cried in the shower again last night. I told God again it would be okay if He sent someone better for them. Nobody truly needs me.” 

I sat and listened. I held her hand. I got napkins to wipe her tears. 

I finally said, “Sister, you are needed. But more than that, you are wanted and not just by all of those around you but by the God Who made you and loves you deeply. You don’t have to do anything to gain His love. Just sit at His feet and cry if you need to.”

I looked her deep in the eyes and said, “I promise it gets better and I promise that one day you will believe that you were made for this.”