Good Evening KDC Fam! I pray all is well with each of you as well as with your families
I know it’s Holy week, and I am excited to say the least but, today want to talk about for a brief moment; “put in on the altar”. For those of of us who’ve attended church or group up in a religious household I’m pretty sure you’ve heard the phrase put it on the altar however, let’s go a bit deeper if we may. Often times we tend to intentionally and unintentionally categorize what we feel or think is altar worthy. Family matters, we go to the altar, sickness, we’re at the altar, in a bind, at the altar…. but, what about when it’s a it’s me type of matter??? What about when it’s my heart that needs to cleansed? What about when the old me wants to rise up and take control?
Put it on the altar. I know it’s uncomfortable; it may even hurt but if you’re serious about being free, baby you’ll take that pain. I want to see Jesus FOREAL. I’ve been reading about him my WHOLE life, praying to him serving him majority of my life… I get it, there are some areas, some circumstances, some some phrases of our life where it’s beyond the challenge, it’s beyond the process, if we really be truthful some things we took forever and haven’t come out of because we DON’T want too; we like the sin we’re in.
I can talk about it because I’ve been there; I’ve lived it. Yes, I was suicidal for 13 years. Yes, I was an alcoholic at 17. Yep, been raped and abused. Yep, I have 2 boys and I wasn’t married when I had them. Yes I’ve been broken; I’ve been hurt, I’ve been angry but when I made a conscious decision… The bottle, the razor blade, the thrill of the game, none of those things could render me the peace that I have, “peace that surpasses all understanding” (Philippians 4:6) or the relief that I fill from the weight that laid on my shoulders. (Matthew 11:28) I put on the altar. One day I woke up and I said enough is enough! God I want to be better than this; I want better.
So, yes vulnerable, afraid, mad at myself, ashamed of my foolery I laid it all on the altar. Snotting and crying. Every thought, every act that I KNEW was displeasing to God, every fear; all indecisiveness… I didn’t care who was watching, who said or thought whatever. My objective was to put it ALL on the altar and when I walk away walk away a better woman than I was before.