The Chair


“For the next 3 hours, this is a quiet campground. You are to find a place alone and meet with God. Here is your devotional guide for this time. Remember, across this whole camp it is silent.” As I listened to the words of the Inter Varsity camp leader, I thought, what am I going to do for 3 hours? We all stood up and left our separate ways. I wondered around for about 10 minutes, watching as everyone dispersed in their own direction seemingly knowing where to go and what to do. Finally, I turned to my left and saw a little dock on the small lake that was unoccupied and away from others who might notice my uneasiness. I walked out, sat on the rough wood, and pulled out the contents of my backpack. Taking a deep breath, I exhaled and said very, very quietly, “Okay God, I’m here!”

I was 19 years old, a hardcore liberal New Englander, sitting on the edge of a tiny lake on the western bank of Michigan. Having just finished my first year of college in a small town in Ohio, my life was definitely changed. Leaving for college, I sought to find myself. Instead, I found my future husband, my best friend, and most importantly my Jesus. Joining our campus InterVarsity group brought me to this Chapter Camp Week and to silence.

I opened the devotional and my bible to Psalm 23. “The LORD is my shepherd, I lack nothing. He makes me lie down in green pastures, he leads me beside quiet waters” (vs 1-2). What? “He leads me besides quiet waters.” I read it over and over, as I looked up at the quiet water. How did you know God? Tears flooded down my cheeks. The 3 hours flew by. Over the course of that week, with an hour of quiet each morning, I laid before God my high school years of shame. As a terribly confused teenager, I made numerous mistakes that damaged myself worth and embarrassed my parents. However, one week of alone time with God, healed and transformed me, as I realized that there is nothing more precious than sitting at God’s feet.

In 20 years, a lot has changed. In fact, I feel old just writing that. Marriage, a full-time job as a teacher, and 3 kids later, those moments by the lake are a mere memory. The quiet alone time, in nature with the Creator, is a lustful memory of my first love.

For years, I had a chair in my living room. My quiet time chair. I’d wake up before my husband and sit. However, as time grew, the quiet chair was filled with the activity of a growing family, and I was too busy and tired to get up early and sit. It turned into the family chair, the tv chair, the dog’s bed… I needed a new spot and a fresh change. I needed a place to draw near at any time of the day. “Draw near to God and He will draw near to you” (James 4:8).

Where amongst the insanity of 3 kids, a dog, a lovingly loud husband, a full-time job, and church ministries, could I “Be still and know that He is God.” (Psalm 46:10). I’d try sitting on our deck, but that was only good in the spring and fall. I tried my bed, but most moms know how that went, I’d fall asleep. Finally, in the midst of the grief of losing my grandma, I brought her old chair, lamp, and tiny side table home. I moved some furniture around in my bedroom and found a corner, that I did not think would work before. The chair, lamp, and table fit perfectly. Adding a basket for books, and I found my quiet waters again.

As life changes, we may grow weary, but God is still with us. We need to pursue Him, and sometimes that means looking around and saying very practically, “ok God, where can we have our special time now?” I encourage you to find your chair or your spot. Where can you sit and seek God? And then, let the family know, when I’m in my spot, I am praying.

As I sat down today, my almost 10 year-old was bouncing around. I said to him really quietly, what is mommy doing, “You’re in your chair,” and he sweetly closed the door.

God’s word says He is always with us, “I am with you always, even to the end of the age.” (Matt. 28:20 NLT) “I will never leave you nor forsake you.” (Hebrews 13:5)  So, where do you meet Him? Where it is just you and God? Where there is no other focus but God’s word? I can tell you, that I pray to God in the car. I worship driving to work. I listen to podcasts working out. I know God is with me in all those moments.  But, my alone time is in my chair; it is my quiet waters. My chair is where is receive rest, peace, strength, and comfort from God. It’s where I meet my Father and receive His love and encouragement.

Find your chair.


8 thoughts on “The Chair”

  1. I found this very inspirational. While I spend plenty of time talking to God it is usually while I am doing something else as well like weeding the garden or something equally as mindless. I do need to take more time just to do nothing else but spend with Him.
    This also brought back wonderful memories of when I was in high school and attended Christian retreats. Thank you for this.

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  2. I relate to finding different spots over the years–currently, mine is also a chair in a corner. But I also have to say one of the greatest examples my parents gave me was their own time in their chairs with Jesus–I am sure it will be the same for your kids.

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  3. This is beautiful! I struggle with finding my quiet spot with three kids. For a while it was on my front porch swing until I couldn’t take the mosquitoes anymore. Maybe I need to get some mosquito repellant or a long-sleeved shirt and pants and try it again!

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  4. I love how you connect stillness, quiet waters, and your special chair. So poingnant and true. We can talk to God everywhere, all the time (and we might!) but there’s still something precious about going and sitting with Him. Thanks for this beautiful story!

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