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When God Lets You Peek Behind the Curtain

Sometimes God moves in silence.

You keep showing up, doing the work, walking in the dark, trusting that somehow, somewhere, He’s putting the pieces together. Most days, you don’t see it happening. You just hope you're not wasting your time.

But every once in a while—just often enough to keep you going—God lets you peek behind the curtain.

That happened to me recently. For a while now, I’ve been asking God what’s next. Where am I supposed to go? What role am I meant to play in my own community? I’ve had my fair share of doubts and quiet conversations with God that ended in more questions than answers.

And then, out of the blue, I hear from a friend at the local school—the same school where I’ve poured time into substituting, showing up, and doing my best with the work in front of me. They tell me, “You’ve been hired.”

Now, here’s the thing: no paperwork's been signed. No official call. Just a whisper from someone in the know.

But somehow, it feels like one of those rare moments where God lifts the veil just enough to say, “Yes, this is part of it. Keep walking.”

It’s wild, really. Most of the time we don’t get that kind of heads-up. We pray for direction, and all we get is silence—or a bunch of doors slamming shut. Other times, we only see His plan looking backward, connecting the dots in hindsight. But every once in a while, we catch a glimpse as it unfolds in real time. And when that happens, it doesn’t just feel like clarity—it feels like kindness.

Because God doesn’t owe us a preview. But sometimes, He gives us one anyway.

I don’t know what this new teaching role will hold. Maybe it’s the start of something bigger. Maybe it’s just one piece of the larger picture He’s painting in my life. But I do know this: I didn’t force it. I didn’t chase it down. I just kept showing up, and the plan kept unfolding.

If you're in a season where you can’t see what God’s doing, don’t assume He’s doing nothing. Some of the deepest work happens underground—roots growing before anything breaks through the surface. Keep walking. Keep tending your faith. Keep trusting that He’s building something good, even if He hasn’t let you see it yet.

And if you're lucky enough to get a glimpse, thank Him for it—and keep moving forward.

“Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways submit to him, and he will make your paths straight.”
—Proverbs 3:5–6 (NIV)

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