The Empty Chair

•         "The Empty Chair"

Wow.. My first official blog post. In the shower this morning I was hoping for a breakthrough word from God that I could share that would somehow qualify me for this new found hobby and well ... I got nothing. In fact I almost got out of the shower without shaving one whole entire leg. The point in my telling you this is I am just a rookie who really is hardly ever grammatically correct. So be prepared in advance to cut me some slack. 

I have been dealing with anxiety lately, worrying about work, middle school for Faith is fast approaching , but one thing that has been on my mind lately is the thought of losing loved ones. I lost my Grandmother a few weeks ago and it has been hard to imagine that she is gone. I have not been home since and part of me feels it will make it official that there will be an empty chair . My heart will sink at the thought of facing this reality. My mind reels at how this really is not our eternal home.

Before her death we had several moments that were so special. She told stories (often the same ones over and over).  For at least 20 years I have loved sitting in the antique chair in her living room. It is a Victorian princess chair. Anyway, I have told her forever that I loved that chair. She promised me that when she was gone it would be mine and I would say " hush up!!". I did not like speaking of things in a morbid way.  

At her bedside ,in a comma state, I whispered in her ear that I would put that chair in my room and I would never forget our lovely talks. On Memorial Day, my Daddy arrived at my home with my chair and boy did it hit me. What I would give now for a chat in that little house with the smell of a kerosene heater, and Young and The Restless playing on the tube.

Let's not forget today to embrace what really is important! We all have a divine appointment oneday!