gracie's musings

There is something about being hidden. Tucked away. Pushing. Waiting. Wondering. Feeling forgotten, yet being renewed. It almost seems purposeful by the Lord. It’s almost as if you were led into hiding, not willingly, but again, purposefully. Sharpening morning routines. Taking care of yourself. Being honest to yourself. Preparing for the next season that has not yet come. Walking in faith. Enjoying hobbies. Fading friendships. Obedience, even if it costs you the very things you want right now.

His eyes are on me. This is the first time I am really aware of this. Nothing escapes him. He sees the endurance, the tears, the frustration, the eye rolls. He sees that I am tired and wondering if it is even worth it.

This is not the first time someone has been hidden. Joseph knew a thing or two about obedience, in a prison. A Jewish girl, Hadassah, known to most as Esther, hidden in beauty and wealth. Elijah in a cave.

I am being watered, though it feels I have been made bare. I am being positioned, though I feel out of alignment. I am being strengthened, though I feel weak. All by El Roi. The God who sees me.