Dear Mama Who Has Lost Your Identity (A Letter from Papa God)

Are you a mother who is struggling–a precious mama who has lost your identity and is grieving for the “you” you used to know? If so, the Lord has a love letter from Him to you today.

This is what I heard Papa God say:

“Dear mama who has lost your identity,

I saw you the other day, and the day before that, and the months before that. You were staring into space, wondering.

You were wondering if you have what it takes to make it through this parenting thing. You were wondering if it will ever get better, knowing at the same time that it probably won’t.

You were missing, too … missing the way things used to be. Missing who you were when you recognized yourself. Missing how it felt to get dressed up, to feel excitement, to do things you enjoyed. You were missing yourself, the way you used to be. 

Because you don’t feel like “you” anymore, and you’re grieving.

You’ve lost your joy, and you miss it. You’ve lost your enthusiasm, and you’re lonesome for it. You’ve lost your opportunity to pursue your dreams, at least at the speed you’d like to–and you’re frustrated with yourself.

You used to function at such a high level, and now you barely function at all. You used to wake up in the morning with a bounce in your step, and now you can barely wake up at all. You used to have aspirations, and now the only aspiration you know about it keeping your babies from aspirating.

You’re worn out, stressed out, tired out, and run down. But that isn’t all. If those were the worst things, you could handle it. But the worse thing is that you feel like you’ve lost yourself.

You feel like you used to matter as a person, but now you don’t.

Now you feel like you only matter for the diapers you change, the noses you dry, the laundry you do. You know your work is valuable, but you don’t feel that you have any value beyond that. You feel like a shell of a person, beyond even the ability to hurt. You go through the motions day in and day out, but the passion you had for living is gone … wrung out of you by the rigors of the life you chose, but you’re not sure if you can survive.

Beloved child, I want you to know that I see you. And I want you to know two things:

You are important, and you matter.

There’s not a “because” after that sentence, and that is going to surprise you because you’ve come to expect a “because.” You’re expecting to hear all the reasons why what you do is important, and what you do IS important–but I’m not going to say that. Why? Because that’s not YOU.

What you do is not who you are.

Right now, My daughter, I know you and you need to hear something deeper than an affirmation of what you do. You already know I am proud of you for what you do. You know you are doing a good job, and I could tell you that again, but that’s not what you need to hear.

But My precious daughter, what YOU need to hear is what I just said. Listen carefully again:

You are important, and YOU matter.

It’s not about what you do. It’s about YOU. And precious child, I need you to know that I have not forgotten you. I have not forgotten who you are, and I will not allow you to forget either.

Beloved daughter, YOU are important. YOU, my daughter, are important. YOU:

• With your “loves” and your “hates;”
• Your hair and your eyes;
• Your heart and your soul;
• Your favorite song;
• The way you sing;
• The bounce in your step–or the trudge in your step when there is no bounce;
• The song of your heart; or sometimes, like now, the tears of your heart …
• The way you love your favorite color;
• The dreams you have given up on because you barely remember aspiring to dream; and
• The way you love Me. 

My daughter, you think you’ve lost you, but I have you.

I know the “you” you’ve been missing, and at the core of it is that you used to know you mattered. You used to know you were important. You’ve forgotten … but I haven’t. And I know that, in the deepest recesses of your heart, you feel:

• Like a shell of a person because you no longer feel important;
• Reduced to a workhorse, a house servant, a slave sometimes …
• reduced to a pack mule, a taxi, someone to dump on instead of someone to value.

That’s how you feel, but it’s not who you are. I know how tough things are right now, but I need you to know in the midst of all this:

You are important, and you matter.

You are important to Me. I made you. I love you. I crave you–your company, your companionship, your conversation, your scent, just the essence of you. You are My baby girl, and you matter to Me. 

Did you hear Me, precious? You matter to Me.

You. You. You. Not what you can do. Not even what you can do for Me. Yes, those things matter too … but they are not the most important thing.

The most important thing is that I love YOU, and you matter. You matter to Me, and you are important.

Those two things will heal your spirit if you will let them. I will heal your soul right now with these two things if you will let them sink in. My daughter, hear My voice deep into the core of who you are right now, for you are important, and you matter.

Your importance is not linked to “because.” Your mattering is not dependent on what you do. Your importance is not based on how long you wear yourself out, how much your responsibilities wear you out, or what you get accomplished–or don’t. You simply matter, and I want you to know it.

You’ve been feeling like you don’t matter, and like you aren’t important anymore. People have neglected you and you’ve neglected yourself … and you don’t even have the gumption to try anymore. 

But I want you to receive from Me right now:

• I want you to receive these two simple truths: that you are important, and that you matter.
• I want you to hear Me whisper to you as you lie in bed, staring into space, feeling alone even though people surround you.
• I need you to feel Me holding you like My baby that you are, whispering into your ear the completion of this most basic need you have: to matter to somebody for beyond what you can do for them.
• I want you to receive this essence of your identity replaced back into your understanding of who you are, and I need you to allow these truths to supersede all the voices of responsibility that come at you on a daily basis.

Beloved, you are important, and you matter.

This is what I want to say to you right now, and this message will heal and refresh your heart if you will let it. Will you let it sink down into your body, soul, and spirit?

I love you, daughter. Remember: you are important, and you matter.

Love,

Papa.”

Does this letter from the Lord touch your heart today? If so, please leave a comment below.