THE CHAIR

We all have our periods of dismay and discouragement.  But the image in this reflection gave me food for thought ... and comfort. 

“Okay, Lord,” I said aloud amidst my weeping. “It’s you and me now.” The loosening of my stiff grasp on life’s steering wheel was underway, although it’s an ongoing process in continuation to this day. I cried myself to sleep and woke up several hours later in the quiet stillness to a strange but tangibly soothing peacefulness. My eyes roamed the room and fell upon the chair that was usually tucked beneath a desk, now turned and facing the bed. It was as if Jesus had been sitting there throughout the whole ordeal, watching me sob and then drift to sleep. 

“I’m not going anywhere,” he told me. “Just wait till you see what’s in store for us.” 

EXCERPTED FROM:
https://www.loyolapress.com/3-minute-retreats-daily-online-prayer

PHOTO:
The chair that Jesus would sit in when he appeared to Rhoda Wise.