Some seasons feel like they happen in darkness — seasons where we are hidden, confined, waiting for the right moment to move. There was a woman in American history who knew that kind of waiting intimately. Her name was Harriet Jacobs. For seven long years, she lived hidden in darkness — confined to a crawlspace barely large enough to sit upright — while the world moved on outside. But her story reminds us of something powerful: Hidden does not mean forgotten.