Hidden Places

The face of my third daughter. Unseen. Though every detail being perfected. Vunerable. Yet completely protected. An unfinished canvas. Held by the Artistic hand of the Father.


All while she rested in the cradle of my womb.


Even as I look at the picture, emotions are stirred within me. That little face, now, represents so much more than a computerized image. For she is my daughter. Alive. Bursting with giggles. personality. strength. beauty.

And though she was very much real during the hidden phase, she is now something I can hold onto. A gift that I can physically embrace.

"But when the fullness of the time was come, God sent..."

And then she came forth. Suddenly. Months of hidden work. Of God's planning and preparation coming to fruition as I held her in my arms. The season of hiddenness was complete.



Lord, I know you work in the hidden places. Just as my girls were formed in secret. You work where man cannot always perceive. You move in an unseen realm. With your very hand, you hold back Time from racing on. Yet, You speak and life is brought forth. Time is brought to fulfillment by your very command.

I know you are moving in my life in ways I cannot comprehend. To an extreme that I couldn't even dream to think or ask. You are praying. preparing. planning. Endlessly on my behalf. Even though I do not see it. Even though I cannot yet embrace it. I know Your hand has set in motion GOOD things. (James 1:17)

So I ask, Lord, what are you doing now in my life? In the life of my husband? my daughters? How can we pray? prepare? plan? For I know you desire to give me insight. glimpses. understanding.

"Surely the Lord GOD does nothing unless He reveals His secret to His servants the prophets." Amos 3:7

Help my heart to remain still. vunerable. protected. As I, the unfinished canvas, am held in the palm of the Artist's Hand. Help me to rest. In the waiting. In the hoping. Amidst the hidden process. Until Your fullness of time.