I think sometimes that’s kind of how my heart is with God. It’s easy in the quiet of my room to bring my heart and all its worries and fears and hopes and dreams and desires to Him and set it on His altar, choosing His will over my own. But when things get difficult, when it starts to hurt, when following His will necessarily means letting go of my own, my heart like that chicken hops right off. And so the Psalmist reminds us that we must “bind the sacrifice with cords to the horns of the altar” (Psalm 118:27).
Leaving the USA once again, I was reminded of all the things I placed on the altar of God’s will. Little things and big things - heart things – which all seem like such small and simple offerings when uttered in a comfortable sanctuary or whispered at night from a cozy bed, but quite different when confronting me in final embraces and tearful goodbyes. And so sometimes hearts like chickens need to be bound to the altar, kept there - constrained not with fear or duty or obligation but with the cords of His love and goodness and grace towards us.
Thy beautiful sweet will, my God,
Holds fast in its sublime embrace
My captive will, a gladsome bird,
Prison’d in such a realm of grace. ~ Tersteegen
May the testimony and reminder of His goodness in your life serve to keep your heart ever on His altar, which is, I am convinced, the best place to be.