a sacrifice of praise

God is all around us. He is in the ocean that’s breathing, He is in the sky that awakes and falls asleep.
The words written across the pages are His words, His pulse. In them we are running and He is running after us. They are hope beyond our understanding, a glimmer of light on our unfortunate lives.
He is there in our darkness. In our shame, and in our sorrow. He has felt every mark laid upon our bodies and souls, and He bares them with us.. but He Himself has also placed His own mark upon each heart. We are His. Created in the image of the Creator. A piece of art, more beautiful than we could know, paid for with the highest price imaginable..
Jesus died so that we might have life, and have it to the fullest. So that each breath is a silent gesture of praise to our God, because He is the one that made it possible for us to breathe in the first place.
The holiness of life, the glory of it is so breathtaking..
And so with our lives let us praise the one that made life; for if the ocean is a testament of God's grace and power, and if the lifeless mountains stand firm with God's glory, than how much more so can we praise him with our lives? With our mere existence?
Our lives are but a small offering of praise to the One who gave life it's name.