The Smile That Hid the Storm

Girlfriend, can I be honest?

There was a season after giving birth when everyone around me thought I was fine. I smiled, showed up, and did all the things a “strong woman” is supposed to do. But inside, I was fighting silent battles no one could see.

The kind that don’t make it into the baby photos. The kind that live in the space between exhaustion and prayer.

Everyone congratulated me on the baby; a few asked how I was doing. My body healed faster than my heart. My faith was still there, but it felt quiet. And honestly, I didn’t know how to discuss it without feeling ungrateful.

So I stayed silent. Until one night, in the stillness between feedings, I whispered, “Lord, I don’t even know who I am right now.”

That whisper became the beginning of my healing.

 

The Hidden Weight of Recovery

No one tells you how heavy healing can feel. You prepare for labor, but not for the long, slow unraveling that happens after.

There’s the physical pain,  the soreness that lingers. The fatigue that lives in your bones. But then there’s the unseen part,  the mental and spiritual weight. The moments when the house is quiet, the baby’s finally asleep, and the thoughts start talking louder than your faith.

Am I doing enough? Why do I feel off? Shouldn’t I be happier?

If you’ve ever asked those questions, you’re not alone.

Psalm 34:18 says, “The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.”

That means He’s not just near when you’re worshiping; He’s near when you’re weary and crying in the shower, when you’re holding your baby and wondering if you’ll ever feel like yourself again.

Postpartum healing is not just about your body coming back together. It’s about God rebuilding what broke open, the parts of you that stretched, tore, and changed forever.

 

When Joy and Sadness Coexist

I remember the strange duality of it all. I could be overwhelmed with gratitude one minute and numb the next.

I adored my baby, and yet, I grieved the woman I used to be. The one who could sleep through the night, finish a sentence, or feel confident in her body.

But God showed me that joy and sadness can live in the same house. You can love your baby deeply and still mourn your old rhythm. You can praise God for your blessing and still ask Him to heal your heart.

Ecclesiastes 3:1 says, “To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven.”

This season doesn’t need to look perfect. It just needs to be honest. Maybe your purpose right now isn’t to perform, maybe it’s to pause.

To sit in the tension and let God comfort you right there, not after you “get it together.”

 

The Pressure to Bounce Back

Whew. The “bounce back” culture almost broke me.

People meant well, “You look great!” “You’re back already?” “Supermom!”

But behind those compliments was a pressure I didn’t ask for—a quiet voice whispering, “You should be further along by now.”

Physically. Emotionally. Spiritually.

But God doesn’t measure healing by progress pictures. He measures it by surrender.

2 Corinthians 12:9 says, “My grace is sufficient for you, for My power is made perfect in weakness.”

Girlfriend, you don’t have to rush what God is still restoring. The bounce back is overrated. What you’re doing is rebuilding  and that takes time, tenderness, and trust.

 

God’s Presence in the Quiet Chaos

I’ll never forget one night, my baby finally asleep, the room dimly lit, and I just sat there rocking, crying softly.

It wasn’t sadness. It was surrender.

It was realizing that even though no one else saw this moment, God did.

Postpartum silence isn’t God’s absence. It’s His invitation.

Isaiah 26:3 says, “You will keep in perfect peace those whose minds are steadfast, because they trust in You.”

Sometimes that peace doesn’t come through a loud miracle; it comes through a whispered “I’m still here.”

So when the chaos feels like too much, invite God into it.

Whisper short breath prayers:

• “Lord, renew my strength.”
• “God, hold me while I hold them.”
• “Peace, be still,  in me.”

That’s not weakness. That’s warfare.

And if journaling helps you process what you can’t say out loud, open your Prayer Journal. Let those quiet pages hold the things you’re too tired to explain. That’s where healing starts, in honesty.

 

Healing Out Loud

There came a day when I stopped pretending I was fine.

I told a friend the truth,  that I loved my baby but felt empty, that I believed in God but felt distant. She didn’t fix it. She just sat with me.

And somehow, that silence felt holy.

James 5:16 says, “Confess your faults one to another, and pray for one another, that ye may be healed.”

Healing starts when we stop hiding. When we let sisterhood replace shame. When we let prayer be the bridge between pain and peace.

Maybe your healing isn’t going to be loud or dramatic. Maybe it’s just going to be faithful, one breath, one prayer, one moment at a time.

 

A Prayer for Postpartum Healing

God,

You see the silent battles we fight, the ones behind our smiles.

You know the aches that words can’t reach.

Teach us to heal slowly.

Help us rest in Your presence without guilt.

Remind us that surrender is strength, not failure.

Let every tear water the soil of something new.

Let every sleepless night become sacred ground.

Restore the woman behind the mother.

And remind her, she’s still Yours.

Amen.

 

Closing Reflection

If you’re in a postpartum season, whether it’s weeks or years later , this is your reminder: you’re not behind, and you’re not alone.

Healing doesn’t always roar. Sometimes it whispers, “One day at a time.”

Give yourself permission to heal without hurry.

You don’t need to bounce back  you just need to be held.

If this spoke to you, take five minutes tonight to write one prayer in your journal.

It doesn’t have to be long. Just honest.

Because God hears even the silent ones.

 

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