Favor ain't fair. That sentence can sound bitter if you leave it in the mouth of envy. It sounds like gospel if you leave it in the mouth of grace. Fair would have left us where our choices put us. Fair would have audited our motives, weighed our delays, and mailed us exactly what we earned. God did not come to be fair. He came to be faithful.I am writing to the woman who has done the right things and still watched the blessing land next door. I am writing to the sister who buried someone she loved and then had to learn how to live in a house that still knows their name. I am writing to the one who serves in the back and watches the front row get the microphone. I am writing to you if you have ever whispered, Lord, I am not asking to be ahead of anybody. I am asking not to be forgotten.You are not forgotten. You may be hidden. Hidden and forgotten are not the same country. Joseph was hidden in a pit, a house, and a prison before he was revealed in a palace. Ruth was hidden in a field before she was written into a lineage. Mary was hidden in Nazareth before the announcement rearranged her whole calendar. Hidden is often the address where favor learns your name.
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