To the one in the pew who looks like she has it together.
To the one who planned the retreat and cried in the car after.
To the one who's twenty-two and doesn't know if her body is a gift or a problem.
To the one whos forty-five and forgot she had dreams.
To the one comparing herself to every woman in the room.
To the one afraid to make the sign of cross in public.
To the one asking God if He forgot about her.
To the one who stopped praying.
God has seen you this whole time.
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