altars.

Remember.

Today, I remember.

2012 – a year of much life.

Life is truly lived when the heart is allowed to feel joy AND sorrow, and the greatness of that joy after the sorrow.

And so today on this first day of November, the month we celebrate and give thanks and remember how the Lord has done great things for us and we are filled with joy… on this day I remember the altars.

I remember the altars from this year that were built when something really significant hit me right in the heart like an arrow and I knew that He was right next to me.

“…In every place where I call my name to be remembered, I will come to you, and I will bless you. ” Exodus 20:24

The Lord says make altars. Remember the places where you saw my faithfulness, where you tasted the bitterness and sorrow of self-sacrifice and smelled the burning of your flesh in the fire of burnt-offering. Remember my promises like the ever-faithful rainbow after a storm and my faithfulness to those promises in your life like the sun coming up in the morning. Remember them all, and build altars.

ALTARS. An altar by definition is “a place on which sacrifices are offered or incense is burned in worship — often used figuratively to describe a thing given great or undue precedence or value, especially at the cost of something else”

So I’m remembering and I’ve built these altars and I will never forget the value of His works and promises in my life at these specific places. And in my heart they’ve become monuments, memorials.

The hill I could barely make it up for crying so hard. Barely breathing through the sobs, because my heart wouldn't stop aching.
The hill I could barely make it up for crying so hard. Barely breathing through the sobs, because my heart wouldn’t stop aching.
The exact spot on the hill where I collapsed, sobbing, while Misty Edward's song 'Arms Wide Open' flowed through my headphones causing me to cry even more.
The exact spot on the hill where I collapsed, sobbing, while Misty Edward’s song ‘Arms Wide Open’ flowed through my headphones causing me to cry even more.
The rocks where a guitar was brought and songs were sung because He had been there and He had blessed and there was a new spark of hope in my heart.
The rocks where a guitar was brought and songs were sung because He had been there and He had blessed and there was a new spark of hope in my heart.
The basketball court where many long afternoons were spent shooting hoops over and over while He drilled the truth over and over into my head and heart...."I am Faithful."
The basketball court where many long afternoons were spent shooting hoops over and over while He drilled the truth over and over into my head and heart….”I am Faithful.”
Where I watched the sunset and He called me Bride and taught me how to hold my head high and act like it.
Where I watched the sunset and He called me Bride and taught me how to hold my head high and act like it.

He changes the seasons just in time and the beautiful brightness of the trees speaks of His vibrant heart and He just keeps on giving and blessing and lavishing love and how could I forget? His love is far greater than all things. Remember your altars. If you don’t have them, make them. Build them. Take pictures of them. Etch them on your heart and in your mind. Go back and visit them, and never forget. He is the same yesterday, today and forever.

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