Sanctuary means different things to different people. Some like the feel of a pew and feel as if they’re in the presence of God by staring through the stained glass windows. Some prefer age-old chants and prayer mats. And others prefer being cross-legged on a mat while listening to a soft voice that takes them into a trance-like state.
I prefer to look outside my window at this:
Yes, my sanctuary is my home, and I see God in every cloud, every color of sky, and every blade of grass.
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