On June 19, 1865, enslaved Black people in Galveston, Texas, were finally informed that they were free. The Emancipation Proclamation had been issued more than two years earlier, but freedom was delayed for many. That reality is painful because it reminds us that a declaration can exist on paper while people are still waiting to experience its promise in real life. And that is part of why Juneteenth matters so much.

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.

Born into slavery in Maryland around 1822 as Araminta Ross, she endured brutality, forced labor, family separation, and a severe head injury inflicted by an overseer. That injury caused lifelong seizures and vivid spiritual visions. But what some might have labeled disability became, in her testimony, divine sensitivity. She believed God spoke to her. And when she believed God spoke — she moved.