The secret is...

The secret is in the secret place.

Not the strategy.
Not the hustle.
Not the clarity doc.

The secret place.

God already has the answer to every problem I’m facing.
Every question I haven’t asked yet.
Every frustration I keep rehearsing.

He doesn’t just have the solution.
He is the solution.

Most of what I call “lack” isn’t lack at all.
It’s absence.

I don’t ask there.
I don’t yield there.
I don’t vent there.
I don’t listen there.

So I stay busy.
Overwhelmed.
Reactive.
Trying to carry what was never meant for my hands.

Worry is what happens when I try to be sovereign.
Peace is what happens when I remember I’m not.

If He is Lord.
If He is wisdom.
If He loves me more than anyone else ever could…

Why wouldn’t I sit there first?

Everything I’m chasing is either found in the secret place
or is simply fruit of time spent there.

Holy Spirit, make me hunger for the secret place.
Teach me to want the secret place more than results.
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PS:

Even as I was about to publish this, I felt a pull…

The secret place isn’t a ritual to perform.
He is the secret place.

I don’t have to escape my day to find Him.
I can turn to Him inside it.

Any moment.
Any breath.
Any thought.

He’s not far.
He’s not delayed.
He’s not waiting for conditions to be right.

He’s closer than close.

Yes, a quiet room helps.
Yes, a set time is beautiful.
But the truth is simpler—and better:

Every minute can be secret with Him.
Every second can be shared.

This kind of closeness doesn’t add pressure.
It removes it.

It turns striving into resting.
Noise into clarity.
Urgency into peace.

I don’t need to get somewhere.
I just need to remember who’s already here.

Holy Spirit, train my hunger.
Teach me to live aware of what’s always been available.