When No One Sees…

There are parts of motherhood, womanhood, and waiting that no one sees.

The midnight prayers whispered in the hallway.

The quiet ache you carry in the Target baby aisle.

The lunches packed with a little extra love.

The moments of worship you sneak in between laundry and toddlers.

No one sees those—but God does.

And I’ve been thinking lately about the idea of a prayer closet.

Not a literal closet (though it could be), but a sacred space where we retreat—emotionally, mentally, spiritually—to meet with the Lord.

If I’m honest, I used to feel unsure about that concept. Did I need a designated corner? Was I doing it “right”? And how could I make space for something so quiet in a life that feels so loud?

But the more I lean into it, the more I realize: the prayer closet is less about where you are—and more about where your heart goes when it longs for the Lord.

It’s in the carpool line.

It’s at the kitchen sink.

It’s in the bathroom with the door locked and a toddler’s fingers under it.

It’s in the questions, the praise, the tears, and the surrender.

“And your Father who sees in secret will reward you.” – Matthew 6:6

Sisters, He sees.

He sees the mothering you do in the quiet.

He sees the healing you’re chasing.

He sees the nurturing no one acknowledges.

He sees your prayer closet—even if it’s invisible to everyone else.

And in His kingdom, quiet work is never wasted.