11/02/2025
Lord, there are seasons when it feels like I’ve disappeared — when doors stay closed, opportunities pause, and the world seems to move forward without me. I look around and wonder why everyone else is being seen, celebrated, or called forward, while I’m standing still in silence. But slowly, You teach me that hidden isn’t forgotten. Hidden is often holy. Sometimes You pull me back, not to punish me, but to protect me.
You know the weight of visibility before I can carry it. You know the dangers that come with rushing ahead too soon. You know that what’s growing inside me — faith, character, endurance — needs time to strengthen beneath the surface. So You hide me, like a seed beneath the soil. It looks quiet on the outside, but deep inside, something sacred is happening.
Thank You, Lord, for the hiding places — for the seasons when You cover me, when You slow me down, when You teach me in private what will later sustain me in public. Thank You for loving me enough to prepare me before You reveal me. Because sometimes exposure too early can destroy what You’re still growing.
When I feel overlooked or unseen, remind me that You never lose sight of me. That being hidden is not being abandoned — it’s being held. You’re guarding me from distractions that would steal my focus, from pressures that would crush my peace, from paths that aren’t ready yet. You see what I can’t: the timing, the preparation, the alignment that still needs to happen.
Lord, help me to trust the seasons where You call me to be still. Teach me that rest doesn’t mean regression. That obscurity isn’t a sign of insignificance. Sometimes You hide me because You’re building something stronger than applause — integrity, depth, humility, endurance. You’re teaching me how to find worth in being Yours, not in being noticed.
The world tells me to always be seen, to stay loud, to prove my value. But You, Lord, remind me that some of Your greatest work happens in the quiet — in wildernesses, in waiting rooms, in hidden places where pride fades and faith grows deep roots. Moses spent years in the desert before he led a nation. David learned to fight lions in private before he ever faced a giant. Even Jesus lived in obscurity for most of His life before His ministry began. Hidden seasons are not wasted ones — they’re sacred preparation.
And when I grow restless, when I long to be known or to see progress, whisper to my heart that I’m not behind. I’m protected. That Your timing is not delayed; it’s deliberate. You’re shielding me from battles I’m not meant to fight yet, from noise that would drown out Your voice, from people who wouldn’t yet value what You’re forming in me.
So instead of asking, “Why am I hidden?” help me to start praying, “What are You building in me while I’m here?” Help me to honor the quiet. To be faithful in small things. To grow deep roots so that when the time comes, I’ll stand steady in whatever You call me to.
Sometimes being hidden is how God protects you.
Protects you from pride.
Protects you from pressure.
Protects you from paths not meant for you.
Protects you from rushing into blessings not yet ready.
Hidden doesn’t mean forgotten —
it means guarded, nurtured, loved.
It means God sees the full picture
and is keeping you safe inside it.
So if I’m hidden, Lord, let me rest here.
Let me learn here.
Let me grow here.
And when You decide it’s time to step forward,
let me walk out not restless — but ready.
Amen.