There is a story in the Bible where two women came before King Solomon. They both claimed to be the mother of the same baby.
One of them had lost her child in the night. She laid her dead child beside the other woman and took the living baby as her own. The two women argued back and forth, each insisting the child belonged
to her.
Solomon listened, then said, Bring me a sword. Well, divide the child. Each of you will get half.
One woman said Fine. Let it be done.
The other, the real mother, cried out, Please, no. Let her have the baby. Don’t let my child suffer.
Solomon didn’t need to hear anything else. He said, Give the baby to her. She’s the real mother, because the one who was willing to let go. She was willing to protect her baby even if that meant losing them. She was the one with the sacrificial heart.
If you’ve ever felt you would do anything to keep your child safe, you can understand.
I’m sure the thought of being without her child was hard, but she would never allow harm to her child for the sake of being selfish. No mother wants to be distant from their child. If you’ve ever been without your child. You know what it is to feel helpless, but still love with everything you’ve got.
Some people want the child. Some people want the power. There’s a difference. The selfish woman didn’t mind the harm to the child as long as she won the argument.
Some people will fight you, and they’ll guilt-trip you in private; they will act like they care when really they just want to be seen as right. They don’t care who is hurt in the process, even if it’s a child.
The real ones, the mothers with a sacrificial heart, don’t care about the performance. They care about their child.
They don’t want their child caught in the middle of a storm. They don’t want to see them confused, crying, or used as a pawn. They’d rather surrender control than see their baby suffer, and that kind
of love? That’s a good mother.
It’s not about your ego. It’s not the argument. It’s not about your pride. It’s about the child.
It’s easy to talk about love. It’s harder to show it in sacrifice.
A sacrificial heart doesn’t make noise. It doesn’t fight for attention. It just loves in a way that protects, even when no one’s watching.
If you were raised by a woman with a sacrificial heart, you know real love. If you weren’t, I hope you still know God, because His love steps in when human love falls short. He sees the mothers who let go,
not because they didn’t care, but because they cared too much to cause harm.
To every woman who’s ever had to protect their child by pulling back, this is for you. Your heart is strong. Your love is real, and even if the world doesn’t see it, God does. I pray you evolve anyway.