The Sacred Work of Being Hidden: When God Calls You to the Home

I thought leaving my career would make me feel free — after all, I’d finally be on my own time. No clocking in. No meetings. No chasing someone else’s dream. I thought freedom would feel like exhale. But instead… I felt forgotten. There I was — degrees on the wall, dreams in my heart, diapers in my hand — and wondering, God, did You really bring me this far just to bury me in the background? And yet, it was in the background, in the quiet, hidden corners of my home, that grace offered me something I didn’t know I needed: surrender. God gently unraveled my idea of success and rewrote it with something eternal. He reminded me that His call doesn’t always look like platforms or promotions. Sometimes it looks like crayon on the walls, sticky hugs, early mornings, and late-night prayers whispered while the whole house sleeps.

I’ve learned there is beauty in being hidden, not because you’ve been set aside, but because you’ve been set apart. If we truly stop to think about it, Jesus was hidden for 30 years before He ever performed a miracle. David was anointed king but sent right back to the pasture. Heaven has always honored the hidden. If you’re in a season where God has pulled you back, slowed you down, or asked you to lay down something that made you feel significant, sit in it with pride. You’re not being punished, you’re being prepared. Sometimes, He tucks us away not to silence us, but to strengthen us. To remind us that our worth was never in what we do but in who we are. We are His daughters, His vessels, His beloved.

My degrees still matter. My gifts are definitely still real. But I no longer measure my identity or worth by what I achieve. I measure it by how obedient I am to the season God has called me to. Am I moving the direction He is guiding me in? Or am I chasing dreams He didn't give me? Right now, obedience looks like raising tiny humans, choosing peace over productivity, and finding glory in the every day tasks. It looks like building a home that feels like heaven. It looks like being poured out so someone else, my babies, my husband, my community, can be filled. And while some days feel long and overlooked, I rest in knowing that nothing is wasted when it’s surrendered to God.

To the woman reading this, the one who left the job, pressed pause on the dream, or said “yes” to the slower, quieter assignment, I see you. More importantly, God sees you. You are not forgotten. You are not falling behind. You are walking in the exact grace He prepared for you. This season may not look like the mountaintop, but it is holy ground. There’s a sacredness to being hidden- not because you are lost, but because you are loved. Kept. Honored. Held. And when God calls you out again to go into the world, into the dream, into whatever’s next, you’ll go with deeper roots, softer strength, and a knowing that obedience was never a step back… it was always a step toward Him.

xx

Santa Naisha