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:

and 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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