Sometimes life gets so loud that you don’t even realize how much noise you’re carrying — until you step away from it.
That’s what I found on my recent trip to RiverPark at Cooleemee Falls, better known as The Bullhole.
I didn’t plan anything big. I wasn’t looking for a grand encounter. I just knew I needed space — real space — to breathe, pray, and let my guard down. Lately, it’s felt like I’ve been carrying so much: dreams, disappointments, questions, hope… all at once.
And honestly? I was tired.
Tired of feeling like I have a vision burning inside me, but no clear outlet.
Tired of being prophetic but hidden.
There’s a unique kind of ache when you know you’re called to something greater — but you’re still waiting for your life to catch up with what your spirit already sees.
On the way there, I stopped by a small thrift store — almost without thinking.
At first, it felt random. But walking through the aisles, seeing pieces that had been discarded and forgotten, something in me stirred.
Not everything old is useless.
Not everything overlooked is broken beyond repair.
Sometimes, what looks forgotten is just waiting for the right person to see its value again.
It was a quiet reminder even before I made it to the river: God doesn’t waste anything. Not time. Not seasons. Not people.
By the time I got to the Bullhole, my heart was already softening.
I sat by the rushing water and let it all out. No fancy prayers. No perfect words. Just real ones:
“God, I trust You. But this hurts sometimes. It’s heavy being hidden. It’s heavy seeing things other people don’t — and still being told to wait.”
I think a lot of people assume that being gifted feels glamorous. That carrying vision feels powerful.
Sometimes it does.
But sometimes, it feels like carrying a seed you can’t plant yet — and wondering if you ever will.
That day by the river, I realized something:
Hidden isn’t punishment. It’s protection.
Hidden isn’t denial. It’s development.
Isaiah 49:2 says, “He made me into a polished arrow and concealed me in His quiver.”
Before arrows are released, they are hidden — sharpened, perfected, prepared.
Maybe that’s where I am right now: not forgotten, just sharpened.
The Bullhole didn’t change my situation overnight.
But it reset my spirit.
It reminded me that I don’t have to rush to be seen, validated, or understood.
God sees me.
God knows the weight I carry.
And He’s not wasting any part of this season — even the silent, unseen parts.
I’m learning to flow like the river — steady, faithful, powerful, even when no one’s watching.
This is where I am right now:
- Trusting more than I understand.
- Flowing more than forcing.
- Believing that being hidden is part of being prepared.
If you’re in a hidden season too — carrying something heavy, feeling overlooked, wondering when it’ll be your time — just know: you’re not alone.
The hidden ones are being sharpened for something greater.
Hold on. Your river will lead you exactly where you need to be.
time for yourself is not only warranted, it is essential. In a world that often demands constant productivity and connection— stepping back to recharge helps emotional, mental, and physical well-being.
It allows for reflection—renewal. 🖤
Bless you man. What God is developing in the dark room will be worth more than you can imagine. Keep trusting him and thank you for the reminder that hidden doesn’t mean forgotten.