My Chair

The chair is where God is. He meets me there. Yes, I know that He is sovereign and I know the words omniscient and omnipresent and all the other theological doctrine. But, my chair is where God is for me.

I was 34 years old. My dad had been diagnosed with Early Onset Alzheimers when he was 55. Mom had kept him home for almost 9 years. It was getting bad. We took him to a doctor. They said he could no longer live at home. He went into the hospital. Mom moved into my house. The girls and Danny's world changed again. I panicked. Danny bought me the chair.

It sits in the corner of my bedroom. Right next to the window tucked into a cozy spot between the night stand and my grandmother's antique dresser. Nothing special. Just an ordinary piece of furniture. But for me, it is Holy Ground.

No matter how far I run. No matter how much I mess up. No matter how fearful, forgetful or fired up I get; I always find my way back to the chair. God is faithfully, patiently waiting for me there. Every single time! Sometimes I just sit. A lot of times I cry. I have long conversations with my girls there. I do my quiet time in that seat. I cry out on my knees in front of the ottoman. I curl up and let Him hold me there. And He meets me there. Every single time!

That chair has heard it all. Thank goodness it can't talk! It is my shelter and my comfort zone. It reminds me that when everything is shaking and falling apart that there is a safe place. It reminds me of all the things I have to be thankful for and that only by the Grace of God do I get to sit in it each day.

I have grown so much through my circumstances, breaking free from my fears, studying His Word and experiencing God's Grace. But, for me, that chair is a picture of God's faithfulness. It never leaves. It never moves. It is always right there in the same place all the time.

Maybe it is silly or maybe even weird, but I love my chair. God is proving Himself faithful every day. Jesus loves me this I know for the Bible tells me so. I read about it while I was sitting in my chair.