The Secret Place

When I was a child, my secret place was under the covers.
Silly? Maybe.
But in that small cocoon of sheets and shadows, I felt safe. Protected. Untouchable.

Those days are long gone. Life has a way of pulling back the covers and reminding us how vulnerable we really are. Late nights walking from the garage. Driving through sheets of rain you can barely see through. Waiting rooms. Diagnoses. Standing backstage before stepping into the light.

And yet — my secret place still exists.
It turns out it was never really a “where” at all.
It has always been a “Who”.

I still remember singing:
“There is a quiet place, far from the rapid pace,
Where God can soothe my troubled mind…”

That quiet place wasn’t defined by geography — garden or mountain, chair or traffic jam. It was defined by presence. God’s presence.

When vulnerability creeps in, I reach for what I call my “big-girl antidote” — I pray. Not long prayers. Not fancy prayers. Just honest ones. I ask for peace from the One who is peace.

Psalm 91:1 says, “He who dwells in the secret place of the Most High will abide under the shadow of the Almighty.”
Not visit.
Not pass through.
Dwell.

David understood this long before he wore a crown. A shepherd boy learned early that safety isn’t found in surroundings — it’s found in surrender.

So when fear whispers, I don’t argue with it. I relocate. I step into the Secret Place. I place my worries into God’s hands and let Him do what He does best — restore peace.

This isn’t mind over matter.
It’s God over matter.

And wherever we are — stuck in traffic or settled into a comfy chair — He leans close and reminds us, “I am with you always.” (Matthew 28:20)

Why worry…when our God of peace invites us to come and hide ourselves in Him?