Unseen But Still Chosen
Hello Lovelies,
If I’m being honest, this season hasn’t been the easiest. There are days I wake up and feel like I’m doing everything I can just to hold it together — showing up, doing what’s in front of me, but quietly wondering if anyone really “sees me.” I’ve felt overlooked and even questioned if God still sees me, too. The days feel heavy sometimes, and the weight of everything happening at once can be overwhelming.
In those moments, I’ve found myself slipping into isolation. Not the kind that comes from a desire for peace and stillness — but the kind that comes from emotional exhaustion. I don’t want to be around anyone, I don’t want to go anywhere, and for the first time in a long time, I’ve spent more time inside my house than ever before. I’ve still been praying, but reading my Word has been a struggle. My heart knows I need it, but my mind has felt tired.
If I trace it back to the root, I know it all started when I closed MissToo Made It. The physical part of closing the store is over — the boxes packed, the keys handed over, the chapter officially ended. But emotionally, it’s been harder than I expected. I’m still healing from it.
A friend said something the other day that summed it up perfectly: “We’re trying to operate in a space we’re no longer in.” That’s exactly it. I’ve been adjusting to a new life while still looking back at my old one — missing the busyness, the sense of belonging, the rhythm of constant motion, and yes, the income. It’s been five months since I closed, and financially, it hasn’t looked like what I’m used to. God has been sustaining me — truly, He has — but there are moments I worry. I’ve tried applying for jobs, thinking maybe that’s the solution, but every time I do, He gently reminds me that’s not what He has for me right now.
So I’m learning to live off obedience — to wake up each day and simply do the last thing He told me to do. To trust that even in the quiet, He’s still speaking.
Through fasting and finding the strength to get back in the Word, I’ve noticed my heart softening again. It’s been helping me surrender the feelings of loneliness and frustration and remember that obedience doesn’t always feel good — but it always bears fruit.
Even still, I’ve found myself around people but not really present — smiling, engaging, but deep down wishing I had stayed home. Between grad school, workouts, and the Lord slowly planting new seeds with God Is So Kind & Co. as He shifts its direction, my life feels full yet still quiet. I think that’s where the tension sits: being busy, but still feeling alone.
But even in that — God’s kindness keeps finding me. Just this past weekend, both my mom and a friend showed up with flowers. Neither of them knew the depth of how I’d been feeling, but God did. It was His gentle reminder: “I see you. You are not forgotten.”
That’s the kind of Father He is — He meets us where we are, even when we stop showing up perfectly. He sends reminders through people, through small gestures, through quiet moments that only He could have orchestrated.
1 Peter reminds us that these moments of suffering, testing, and refining aren’t wasted. “After you have suffered a little while, the God of all grace… will Himself restore, confirm, strengthen, and establish you.” (1 Peter 5:10) And in another passage, Peter says that our faith — tested by fire — is more precious than gold (1 Peter 1:6–7).
That’s what I’m holding onto. That even though this season feels unfamiliar, it’s not without purpose. God is doing something new — and sometimes, the new thing requires silence, solitude, and surrender.
I don’t know who needs this reminder, but if you’ve been feeling unseen or like your prayers are falling flat, you’re not alone. God is still near. You are still chosen. And even when it doesn’t look like it, His kindness is still writing the story — one God wink at a time.
With Love,
Jadesha M. Hair