Growing up as a preacher’s kid, I was very familiar with the altar in our church. The altar is a place of surrender and a place of reconciling. I have seen lives, including my own, changed at the altar.
Sometimes though, an altar may not be in a church.
Sometimes, an altar may just be the side of a busy road.
Long ago, at a church altar, I surrendered my life to God. I decided that my life and plans were no longer mine, but His. For many years, this surrender was never a problem or a struggle. Life was easy because God’s plans always seemed to be similar to my own plans.
Then one day, life changed when God’s plans differed from my own. His plans seemed difficult and uncomfortable compared to my own plans. I struggled for months holding tightly to my plans thinking they were better than God’s.
Finally, on the side of a busy road, at my makeshift altar, I surrendered. Weeping, I pulled my car over on that road, threw my plans out of the window, and surrendered to God’s plans.
Three years later, I still have moments when I wonder what God is doing with me. On those days, I remember my makeshift altar, my place of surrender, and I am reminded that God’s plans are not always the easiest plans, but the best plans. He is able to do “exceedingly and abundantly” above my plans.
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