05/16/2026
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Sometimes you stumble onto hidden gems that feel as if they were put there on purpose.
Recently, my wife, Claudette, and I were out driving and exploring when I noticed a set of old wooden stairs tucked into the side of a green hillside. You could barely see them at first, but the way the light was touching the grass and trees made it feel like something out of a fairy tale. I asked her to pull over, and we followed those weathered steps up the hill, not really knowing what was waiting on the other side.
When we crested the top of that pretty green rolling hill, this small outdoor chapel opened up in front of us, weathered wooden benches, a simple podium, trees all around, a cross standing quietly off to the side, and the majestic mountains resting behind it like they had been listening for years.
I stood there and started imagining what it must have been like. No microphones, stage lights, livestream, social media, or big production. Maybe just a handful of people gathered under the trees, listening to someone preach the Word of God with every last drop they had to give. And honestly, it moved me deeply, because not every assignment from God looks big in the eyes of people. Some callings are hidden, quiet, costly, and unseen, but that does not make them small.
We live in a time where it is easy to measure impact by crowds, numbers, money, attention, and opportunity. But some of the people Heaven honors most are people the world may never know by name. Men and women who showed up faithfully, loved deeply, prayed through hard seasons, preached when it cost them something, served without needing a platform, and kept their hand to the plow when applause was absent, provision was thin, and doors were not opening.
That kind of heart and faithfulness truly matters to God.
Do not despise what He has placed in your hands just because it looks small right now. Remember when Jesus took a few loaves and a few fish, gave thanks, and multiplied what looked like it would never be enough. The little thing becomes mighty when it is surrendered to Him. The hidden place becomes holy when you meet Him there. The small beginning becomes sacred when love keeps saying yes.
Standing in that little outdoor chapel reminded me that ministry is not about being seen. It is about being faithful. It is about loving God and loving people enough to do the hard things even when there is no benefit in it for you, no applause waiting on the other side, and no one there to tell you how much it matters.
But it does matter.
God sees the hidden yes. He hears the prayers no one else hears, remembers the work no one thanks you for, and knows the dreams that feel buried, delayed, or forgotten. Do not grow weary in doing good. There is a season for roots, and there is a season for fruit. There is a season where God hides you, shapes you, teaches you, and deepens something in you that could never be formed under the spotlight.
That little place on the hill felt like a reminder from God.
Stay faithful with what is in your hand. Stay thankful for the little He has given you. Keep building, stone by stone, step by step, prayer by prayer. The hidden place is not wasted when God is forming you there.
Heaven sees.
And when the time is right, what He planted in secret will bloom in the open.