Where do you find the sacred in your life?

             My answer might be alot different from most of the answers people write on this site, but I am just going to go for it. It's a bit long, but I think it is worth reading. Even if you do not agree with it, it is interesting :)
           I look for God in the Holy Bible but it doesn't just stop there. After I have have had Daily Bread and filled myself up with His Word,  I look for God in the beautiful external world around me and in my own life's story.
             As I close my Bible, I stretch out on my bed, I close my eyes and I feel the soft sunshine coming through my lavendar curtains and kissing my cheek. I think to myself that it is not just the sun's warmth that make this moment beautiful.  The sun is trying to tell me something. It is saying, "God loves you, my precious child". When I go for a walk and the warm breeze intimately plays with the strands of my hair, I know it is really just trying to show me God soft, loving touch. The ocean reflects His beauty and the sky points to His vastness. All of the landscape around me whispers His name.
      I go home and open up one of my old notebooks. The words written there pierce my soul like daggers. The notebook contains some of the uglest most selfish thoughts I have ever written. Every page drips with hate and pain. As a tear drips down my face, I am reminded of who I used to be before I gave my heart to God, this twisted unhappy person. I give thanks to God for rescuing from what I was.  He loved me before I was lovable. He died for me and healed me of my sins before I even knew Him. He held my hands and picked me up when I fell back into my old selfish ways. He taught me to love and to put others before myself. I look at His perfect beauty and I still am amazing that He could love me, both who I was and who I am; for I still fall short daily.
       As I praise God, I can see the setting sun from my window. Looking at the splashes of amber, lavendar and pink, I realize that the day is almost spendt. But for some reason I am not sad. The beauty of the painted sky somehow takes away all the sting of the day's ending. I know that the sunset is also trying to tell me something. It is telling me that when I grow old and death finally takes me, there will be One waiting on the other side. Jesus will be there with open arms to take away the sting of death forever.  These are the things I hold sacred.


This is not my video and it is a little strange at first, but by the end it just blows you away :)