It’s just an ordinary chair—a velvety green rocker-recliner, presented to me by my husband when we moved into our new home.
“Everyone needs a rocker-recliner.” He declared firmly, as he slid the chair into its designated place.
That was ten years ago. Life changes an awful lot in ten years. Even my chair has changed right along with the rest of us. It’s just a little more worn; a little more faded. A few more creaks; a staple poking out in one arm.
From the moment the chair took its place in our living room, I became firmly attached to it. (Sometimes quite literally!) It became a peaceful place to retreat at the end of a long day. A place to escape life’s cares and reflect on heavenly things; A "Prayer closet" of sorts, to pour out my heart to the Lord.
But that’s not all. The rest of our family soon benefited from the green chair too.
In fact, all of our children have said at different times, “What would we do without the green chair?”
Just recently, my eleven-year-old son, Joel, hesitantly approached that hallowed place where I was sitting. I glanced up at the clock—It said 10:00 p.m. He was supposed to be sleeping!
“Mom”—he hesitated—“Mom, I can’t sleep.”
“Um—Mom” he hesitates again as tears trickle out of his eyes. I reach out my arm, and in an instant he finds his cozy niche in the green chair.
We rock gently for a while as I wait for him to speak.
“I was just wondering…eternity… what is it? I mean… when does it end? And if it never ends, what will we do all that time?”
I hug him a little tighter, and breath a quick prayer for wisdom. Together we look up a few verses about heaven, and eternity. I do my best to explain things I don’t understand myself.
“Does that help you Joel?” I need to know if my feeble explanation made him feel any better. He looks up at me with his bright smiling eyes
“Thanks mom. I still don’t understand it, but I feel a lot better now.”
I toss and turn in my bed. I don’t even bother to look at the clock—it will only make me more restless. People’s faces pass through my troubled mind. Phrases…emotions…relationships—I just can’t seem to shut them out. I get up for a drink of water, and lay down again. Albert grunts and mumbles beside me. With a sigh, I get up and take refuge in my green chair. I lay back and curl into “sleep” position. Instantly God’s peace settles in my heart, as I put my heart into a wordless “prayer” position.
My young daughter is growing up. The time has come to prepare her for womanhood. I’ve been looking forward to this for I while—I think it’s so special for a mother to have a heart-to-heart talk with her young daughter. But I’m a bit nervous about it too. As I sit in my green chair, combing out Alanna’s freshly-shampooed hair, I tell her how beautiful she is, and how she’s growing up to be such a sweet young lady. She laughs at me, and then climbs into her own unique mold in my chair.
Everyone else is either sleeping our gone for the night. It’s just the two of us. Alanna loves it when I explain woman things to her. She listens intently and asks a few questions. Then we chat easily about all kinds of other things…long into the night. Finally it’s time to say good-night. I can tell from the way she gets up, and smiles her big smile at me, that she feels very grown up. Suddenly, she’s not a little girl anymore. And more than that—she is not just a daughter anymore. She has become a friend.