It was my dad's old blue recliner. When he sold the farm and moved in With me, it came with him. When he died, it found a home here at Missy's house. It's in the bedroom where Jack and i Slept, and where Jack spent his nights when He couldn't be comfortable in bed. I'm using it this morning as I write in my Journal, Read my Bible, and as I rest my Head to pray. The cushiony seat has lost its "cush" and The arm rests have stains, Leftovers from Dad. With my feet propped up, my Heart fills up with memories of the dear, Dear ones who sat here first. I see Dad. I see Jack, while everyone else just Sees a worn out, used up, old Blue chair. |