My Chair

I am sitting in my chair with the perfect cup of cappuccino, my huge white cat about to spring up from the floor and plop weightily into my lap. 

This chair is awkward, the way it sits in my bedroom. It is bulky and it blocks the path to the bathroom door. It was ugly even when it was new, but now that it has served my rear end for almost a decade after my mother had to let it go - along with all of her other worldly possessions - it is uglier still.

It is, however, my spot. Mama's Chair. It offers a front row seat to the glory of the sun as it rises over the same trees year after year. These trees have been my friends, greeting me each morning, offering stability in the midst of ever changing seasons. While sitting in it, this chair's awkward position in my room has no relevance. Maybe it will continue its matriarchal duty in the life of one of my daughters after I'm gone. (If it's still able to hold a body.) Until then, I will recline and wonder at the beauty of my Creator. I will carefully speak words of love and comfort to whomever sits across from me. I will read the Word and wonderful books and then more of the Word, as my cat fights to sprawl himself across each page. I will find the strength to get up and face whatever each day may bring.

And oh, the coffee tastes so good. :-)