The Secret Place - Part 9
- Kimberly Belles
- May 2
- 2 min read
MY STORY
Everything began to shift when my relationship with God stopped being occasional and started becoming daily.
Not because I suddenly became disciplined in a religious sense, but because I began to realize I could not keep living the same way internally and expect anything in my life to change.
Something in me needed more than survival.
It needed presence.
I had experienced moments with God before, but not like this.
Not daily.
Not from desperation.
Not from dependency.
Not from a place where I truly understood I needed Him.
Then suddenly, Psalm 91:1 came alive to me in a way it never had before:
“He that dwelleth in the secret place of the most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty.”
It was no longer just a verse I knew.
It became a place I needed.
The secret place did not begin as a concept for me.
It began as necessity.
A place I went because I did not know where else to take what I was carrying.
It was not impressive.
It was not polished.
It was not something I knew how to do “correctly.”
It was just me, being honest with God in the middle of real life.
There were no dramatic moments. Just encounters.
No emotional performances.
No instant transformation I could point to and measure.
It was quieter than that.
More like learning how to stay in His presence long enough for something inside me to stop running.
Sometimes I prayed with words.
Sometimes with silence.
Sometimes with tears.
Sometimes in the Spirit.
Sometimes I did not even know what I was saying.
I just knew I needed to be there.
And over time, something began to change that I did not fully recognize at first.
My internal world started slowing down.
Not all at once.
But gradually.
The secret place became the first place in my life where I was not performing.
I did not have to explain myself.
I did not have to manage perception.
I did not have to hold everything together.
I could just be honest.
And that honesty became the beginning of healing.
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