Let me tell you something about the women who SERVE.
They show up tired.
They show up unseen.
They show up anyway.
They serve with calloused hands and softened hearts. They rise when the world sleeps. They answer calls no one else wants to. They are nurses. They are soldiers. They are both.
And this month—we give them their flowers.
May Is Personal
May is National Nurses Month. It’s also Military Appreciation Month.
And for women like me—and so many of my sisters in service—those titles aren’t separate. They’re sewn into the same uniform.
I’ve held the hands of patients whose breath was fading and stood in formation with women whose courage lit up a battlefield. I’ve given everything I had—physically, spiritually, emotionally—and somehow, still showed up the next day.
And I know I’m not alone.
There are women across this country—across the world—who serve in scrubs and combat boots, in clinics and command posts, in emergency rooms and war zones.
And they do it with grace, grit, and God on their side.
The Weight They Carry
To be a woman in service is to carry more than a title.
It’s to hold space for pain, to make peace with pressure, and to put others before yourself more times than you can count.
It’s giving when you’re empty.
It’s fighting when you’re tired.
It’s leading even when your voice shakes.
Nurses don’t just give meds—they give hope.
Military women don’t just defend—they sustain.
And those of us who carry both callings? We’ve learned to patch wounds and build bridges at the same time.
But here’s what often gets missed:
They are human. They are hurting. They need healing too.
Let’s Give Them Their Flowers—While They Can Still Smell Them
To every nurse, military woman, veteran, medic, caregiver, chaplain, commander, and counselor who’s ever wondered if anyone sees them—
I see you. I am you. And this post is your bouquet.
You don’t need to be everything to everyone.
You’ve already done more than enough.
And the world may never fully understand what you carry—but this month, we honor it anyway.
You are more than a badge.
More than a rank.
More than a role.
You are a healer in uniform.
A light in a broken system.
A living example of divine strength wrapped in human skin.
Your Reminder
You’re allowed to rest.
You’re allowed to cry.
You’re allowed to take the armor off.
You don’t have to be strong all the time to still be powerful.
This May, let’s not just recognize the women who serve—let’s recommit to supporting them.
Better pay.
Better care.
Better boundaries.
More honor.
More healing.
From One Warrior to Another
If you’re reading this and you’ve ever served—in hospitals, in the military, or in your home—thank you.
If no one has stopped to give you your flowers, let this be it.
Because you’ve earned every single one.
With respect, reverence, and revolutionary love,
Dr. Robyn White, DNP
Nurse. Soldier. Survivor. Advocate.
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Beautiful!