**The Anatomy of Hiding**

But hiding is not the end.

There is a hallway in my dreams.

Dimly lit, lined with doors.

I walk it often—sometimes as a child, sometimes as a guide.

Always searching, always listening.

In one dream, a child hides behind a door.

Not out of fear, but instinct.

She knows when to disappear.

She knows when the world is too loud for her softness.

I used to think hiding was weakness.

Now I see it as sacred strategy.

Even Jesus withdrew. Even prophets waited.

There are seasons when visibility is violence.

When exposure feels like betrayal.

When the safest place is behind the veil.

But hiding is not the end.

It is the chrysalis, not the coffin.

The wardrobe, not the grave.

Like Lucy in Narnia, we step through the hidden door

Not to escape—but to awaken.

To remember the lion.

To reclaim the crown.

So if you are hiding,

Let it be holy.

Let it be healing.

And when it is time—

Step out with fire in your bones

And softness still intact.

You were never lost.

You were becoming.

**Reflective Question:**

Have you learned how to disappear, awaken and then step out--can you emerge from the chrysalis?