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One of my favorite books I’ve read is Unseen by Sara Hagerty. It is a beautiful, Biblically-grounded exploration of the days that we don’t think matter, the days that are hidden from the world. Days that deeply matter to our Father.
“I was beginning to believe that maybe who I was in secret was reason for praise,” she writes, “Maybe my unproductive, looking-up-at-Him life produced awe among the angels.”
These words in chapter one set the tone of what Sara impresses on her readers over the next two hundred pages, that God works in our lives often, perhaps most often, without regard any other audience.
I highly recommend everyone take the time to add Unseen to their reading list. It has changed the way I look at passages like Psalm 139.
“Where shall I go from your Spirit?
Or where shall I flee from your presence?
If I ascend to heaven, you are there!
If I make my bed in Sheol, you are there!
If I take the wings of the morning
and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea,
even there your hand shall lead me,
and your right hand shall hold me.” -Psalm 139:7-10
Our lives are filled with mundane moments, dishes that need to be washed, laundry that needs to be folded, children that need their noses wiped, or spouses that need support. It is easy to feel lost just going through the motions. The work is necessary but laundry never feels important, it doesn’t feel like it matters. No one sees the days we spend faithfully fulfilling the simple tasks set before us.
When I moved to Hawaii, my life felt hidden. Days that had previously been spent in a busy household, in the midst of friends and family, were now spent mostly alone. Then when the struggle of infertility became evident, my days were a steady train of doctor’s appointments, blood draws, and negative pregnancy tests. Again, I felt unnoticed as pregnancy announcements and career advancements flooded my Facebook and my circle of friends. My days felt meaningless.
But God saw these days.
Each and every one mattered to Him. Nowhere I went was hidden from His plan. No matter where life took me or where I tried to run, He was the constant witness, never leaving my side.
“My frame was not hidden from you,
when I was being made in secret,
intricately woven in the depths of the earth.
Your eyes saw my unformed substance;
in your book were written, every one of them,
the days that were formed for me,
when as yet there was none of them.” Psalm 139:15-16
Our hidden days matter because God works in the hidden days. He created and formed us in the most secret, unseen place, our mother’s womb. When no one else could yet look on our nose, when they wondered whose eyes we’d have, God was there, seeing and creating us. He built us up when we were yet to be seen by anyone else.
He continues to build in these hidden seasons. He uses the deserts of life to draw us back in love to Him. When others cannot see us, He reminds us that He does, giving immense dignity and value to our unseen days.
When we are free from the eyes of others, we can truly gaze on the heart of God, undistracted.
One of my favorite stories in the Bible is a story about David, the writer of Psalm 139, dancing before the Lord. The Ark of the Covenant, where the glory of God dwelt, was being brought back to its proper place in Jerusalem. As it came back into the city, David danced recklessly for joy in the sight of the Lord. He didn’t care who was a witness of this display of emotion because he knew who He was dancing for and that was all that mattered.
His wife confronted him later. She said he had made a fool of himself. David didn’t care. The joy of his Maker gave him confidence. God was pleased. The opinions of others were negligible because David knew whose opinion mattered.
Often, I do not. My hidden days feel meaningless because my priorities are not as they should be. I value that thoughts of men more than the truth of my God. I want them to watch and forget that He is already watching. Instead of seeking the applause of men, I need to hide myself in the God who created and delights in me.
God is gentle and gracious. He draws me back to Himself and reminds me that He sees the ordinary, mundane moments of my life, the ones that seen insignificant to others. These moments are far from insignificant because of the dignity the eyes of God bring to every moment. I can live well and I can dwell in His presence, delighting in my Savior.
Friends, I just wanted to note that tomorrow is the release date for Unseen: The Gift of Being Hidden in a World That Loves to Be Noticed. If I haven’t made it clear already, I love this book and know that it will bless you too. Today is the last day you can pre-order on Amazon and enter your order number here for some amazing pre-order gifts here. Happy Reading!