There will come a time in your life when everything feels silent. The doors won’t open and the calls won’t come. The applause will fade. The spotlight will shift to someone else. You’ll question your relevance, your worth, your progress. It will feel like nothing is happening but that’s when everything is happening. You’ve entered what Heaven calls the hidden season a sacred space where growth happens underground.
The hidden season is not a punishment; it’s a process. It’s not God forgetting you it’s God forming you. You’re not being buried, you’re being planted. The difference between the two is what follows next burial ends a story, planting begins one. The same soil that seems to swallow the seed is the same soil that feeds it. The darkness that hides you is the womb that matures you.
Every destiny has a silent chapter a hidden season when everything looks still, quiet and uneventful, yet that’s exactly where transformation begins. It’s the period when life feels like it’s moving without you. When you look around and wonder why others seem to be soaring while you’re still stuck beneath the soil.


