by Sean Samuel
For a long time, I thought God lived somewhere out there.
In the clouds. In the church building. In the voice of a preacher who sounded more confident than I ever felt.
I was taught to search for Him like a lost key — something to be found only after enough prayers, enough good behavior, enough trying.
But lately, I’ve started to wonder if God was never missing — maybe we were just looking in the wrong direction.
It started with a question that hit me hard one morning:
What if the space I’ve been searching for has been inside me all along?
That thought felt dangerous at first. Almost blasphemous. But it also felt true.
See, when you sit in silence long enough — no sermons, no noise — you start to sense something sacred breathing right beneath your ribs. A quiet strength. A knowing. A peace that doesn’t depend on the approval of others.
And that’s when it hit me:
Maybe God isn’t waiting to be found.
Maybe He’s waiting to be recognized.
Not in some faraway heaven, but in every breath I take. Every act of kindness. Every moment I choose awareness over anxiety, love over fear.
I’ve learned that we don’t need to chase the Divine. We just need to slow down enough to feel it. Because the closer we get to ourselves, the closer we get to God.
That’s what meditation has taught me. That I’m not praying to God — I’m praying with Him.
That presence itself is a conversation.
That the silence I once feared is holy ground.
So now, I stop asking, “God, where are You?”
And instead, I whisper — “I’m here.”
If this reflection stirred something in you, stay connected. Each week I’ll be peeling back another layer of what it means to find peace, purpose, and presence in a world that teaches us to look everywhere but within.