If You Only Knew

Most of what we admire in people was born in places we never witnessed.

The faith.

The wisdom.

The compassion.

The joy.

The celebration.

We see the fruit.

We rarely see the roots.

We hear someone share a testimony and forget there was a test.

We see someone celebrate and assume life has always been light.

We admire their faith without realizing how many ordinary days it took to grow.

If you only knew.

If you only knew how many prayers came before that testimony.

If you only knew how many quiet battles were fought behind closed doors.

If you only knew how many ordinary days were spent simply choosing to trust God one more time.

Most of the work God does in us happens where no one else is watching.

The waiting.

The wrestling.

The surrender.

The ordinary days that never become part of the story we tell.

Yet those are often the very days that shape us the most.

Those ordinary days matter.

They are where faith grows.

They are where hope is refined.

They are where we learn to trust God when nothing seems to be changing.

They are where celebration is born.

It’s easy to celebrate the breakthrough.

It’s in the ordinary days that we discover God is just as faithful in the middle as He is at the end.

The next time you see someone celebrating, don’t assume you’ve seen their whole story.

You may be seeing the fruit of years of God’s faithfulness.

The roots are hidden.

God has been tending them all along.

Our eyes can be very dim.

We often see the celebration.

God sees every ordinary day that gave birth to it.