How’s your prayer life? How’s the cathedral of your heart? Have you ever found yourself knocking at heaven’s gate? Have you ever longed for His presence?
I’m a sleepyhead, and sometimes my “Yes, Lord. Amen.” comes a day late. There are days when I mindlessly scroll through my phone to pass the time, only to realize hours have passed being entertained. Other nights, I fall straight into bed after long hours of work, too tired to even whisper a prayer.
I struggle in praying, especially when I fall short and don’t write anything in my prayer journal. I lose the excitement because it starts to feel like a to-do list, just another box to check. Other times, I grow tired and frustrated, thinking that God doesn’t notice the little things in my life. I’ve even felt bitter, wondering if my prayers are the least of His priorities.
But then, I opened my old prayer journal, now aged and worn, and I met the young woman who used to pray fervently. The one who stayed in touch with her Father, who waited patiently, who prayed bold prayers because she believed she had a great Father. The one who woke up at dawn to meet Him in secret. In that hidden place, she wrote everything—the good and the bad—not because she wanted answers, but because she wanted to know God more. It was a holy pursuit, a dwelling in the secret place.
There are many seasons in our walk with God: seasons of fire and seasons of faint light. Sometimes prayer feels like breathing, and sometimes it feels like a struggle. But maybe prayer is less about perfect consistency and more about honest return.
God does not tire of our coming back. He waits not with disappointment, but with tenderness. He knows our weakness, our distractions, our tiredness “Amen, Lord.” Yet He still delights when we whisper His name, even half-asleep.
Perhaps the cathedral of the heart isn’t meant to be spotless or grand, but sincere—a quiet space where we keep showing up, even when we feel unworthy. So I am reminded that prayer is not a performance, not a checklist to complete, but an invitation to come, to pray with burning faith just like a child, and to let her rise in me again.
Because God is still the same. And He still meets us in the secret place.
In the clandestine, nothing is hidden; everything is laid bare and uncovered. Every piece of your heart is seen; every word is heard. When you refuse to let distractions enter, you step into the chamber of heaven, the secret place that becomes your portal to the throne.
It’s there you taste heaven itself—growing in intimacy with Him, listening to His heart, and asking Him to cleanse you. In that holy stillness, He washes away the noise, the weariness, and the guilt. He reminds you that prayer is not a performance, but a meeting; not a routine, but a relationship.
And as you linger there, you realize this is what you were made for: to dwell in His presence, to be known fully, and to love deeply in return.
Suddenly, your heart is renewed, your strength restored, your commitment rekindled, and your sin rebuked.
In that moment, you understand that prayer was never just about asking; it was about becoming. Becoming more like Jesus, more tender, more obedient, and more humble. In the secret place, transformation happens quietly. Grace does its work unseen, and your soul breathes again.
You’re ready again to lay down your life, your ambitions, your very self. You’re ready again to pursue God’s calling, because you’ve been to the secret place where prayer is the key. In that sacred chamber, your heart bends low, your hands open wide, and you remember: everything begins here.
Everything is sustained here—here in the secret place. In your bedroom, in the bathroom, in the garage, in any quiet corner where you can pray. It doesn’t have to be grand or sacred-looking, because wherever you meet God becomes holy ground.
“But you, when you pray, go into your room, and when you have shut your door, pray to your Father who is in the secret place; and your Father who sees in secret will reward you openly” (Matthew 6:6).
When you enter your room, and shut your door, you are in the presence of your Father. Instantaneously! It matters not how you feel. Regardless of your soul’s climate at that moment, you know with absolute confidence you have stepped into the chamber of your Father in heaven. The secret place is your portal to the throne, the place where you taste of heaven itself. Receive this word and you have gained one of the greatest secrets to intimacy with God. Because when you know you are in the immediate presence of your Father, your spirit and soul will often respond to that knowledge with heartfelt connectedness. The knowledge of this truth will set your spirit free to soar. One of the most essential elements of that foundation is to have an intact secret life with God. Bob Sorge, Secrets of the Secret Place
