She’s the one in the waiting room, the one who makes the bed, the one who on the inside feels empty and dead. She is every woman.

She’s a mom waiting in the carpool line, the one who is never on time, to her life’s just an uphill climb. She is every woman.

She’s making a new start, she is doing her best, it seems everything has to be a contest. She is every woman.

She’s seeking and searching, she’s trying to serve God, she doesn’t know why she feels so flawed. She is every woman.

She’s a friend, a teacher, a daughter and a mother. She’s a nana, a sister, an aunt and a lover. She is every woman.

She’s loved and beautiful, both inside and out. She’s a valuable treasure but she still has that doubt. She is every woman. ©

Written by Julie Moore