I am writing this in my sanctuary, my place of refuge, my place of restoration. This sanctuary has no pulpit, there are no pews simply an office chair and a bed behind it. There are no multicolored stained glass windows. Most of the color comes from the collectable pony figures carefully arranged underneath the two computer monitors.
There are no ushers here, only my broken and will heart ready to usher in his presence. In this place i am instantly connected with my heavenly father and he can proceed to operate on my life. it is here away from the chaos of life that i truly find rest. Weather at my desk or underneath an oak tree. i know I can always find my secret place my sanctuary!
Much Love & God Bless