I used to meet YAH in one place — a quiet prayer closet where the air itself felt holy. But lately, His presence hasn’t waited for that door to close. It moves with me now — through my home, my work, and even my wandering thoughts. The Tabernacle didn’t disappear; it shifted. The cloud of His presence travels overhead like a living conversation, reminding me that the secret place was never about location — it was always about awareness.

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