When I was a little girl, I had a secret place. A place I could go where no one could find me. To get there, I’d have to crawl on my belly through dirt, dust, and spider webs.
I’d get dirty.
It was a scary, dark journey.
But once I got there, I could stand.
I could see.
It was cool but not cold.
It was warm but not stifling hot.
It was perfect.
It was special.
It was mine.
It was sacred.
Once I found this place, I could escape the pain of reality.
I could breathe without fear of judgment.
This place reminds me of prayer. There is secret, safe place at the foot of the cross. Sometimes, you must belly crawl through the cobwebs of your mind before you get there. Yet, it is worth it when you reach The Throne Room of Grace.
Finding time to pray is a struggle. The enemy will often steal that sacred time with distractions or diversions. But even if you have to claw your way, carve out a time for prayer. It will be worth it. When you get there, you’ll be able to stand against anything.
We are invited by God to boldly go before His throne.
You can escape the pain of reality.
You can breathe in God’s presence without the fear of judgment.
Prayer is a safe place.