The Chair

Writing that title reminds me of a song:
"Well excuse me,
but I think you've
got my chair..." George Strait
That really had nothing to do with my post, but that song is on a continuous loop in my brain now. Ha! I am all about random posts, and let me tell you, this is one of those.
I was trying to go to sleep last night--on my right side facing my sewing table. I was intently studying the interestingly painted details on my semi-ugly sewing chair, when it all started to make sense. Keep following me, I do have a point here. That chair has a story to tell, and not just one about the previous owner. Here is how I aquired it:
When John and I first came to look at this house, it was totally empty--in fact, it had stood empty for about 7 months. Mind you, the previous owners were jewels...they had painted every wall a hideous pinky-peach color, torn up the carpet, and done some interesting patch jobs to the walls just to name a few things. They had left random stuff behind like a basketball goal, grill, miscellaneous patio furniture, tires, etc. The most interesting thing they left behind was this chair. According to the realtor, it's purpose was to be the "time out" chair for the previous owners' 3 children. What's funny is that it looked like the children had been turned loose to decorate it themselves. Now there's an idea--at least they'd sit their time outs in style, right? I'm including pictures of it so you can get the full effect without having to read every detail. I made a comment to the realtor about how I really liked the chair but didn't know if I'd ever have a use for it. She made a silly joke saying if I'd purchase the chair for x amount of dollars (the price of the house), she'd throw in the house for free. Ha Ha
When we moved in, I put the chair in a back closet. There it sat for about 2 weeks before it truly became useful. The reason it's so signifcant is because it was one of the first physical answers to prayer that I ever received. I was up in my new sewing room (now Caroline's room) trying to find a good chair to pair with the sewing table my grandma had so kindly given to me. None of the chairs in my house worked and I didn't want to go spend money on a new one. I asked God to provide me a chair that would work. At that moment, He nudged me toward that funky chair in the closet. What do you know---it worked PERFECTLY! It was the right height and size, and it was comfy!
As I laid there in bed studying it, it just dawned on me that even our littlest, most insigificant needs can be met if we just ask. Who knows how or why that chair was painted like that, or even why the previous owner left it. All I know is that it sits at my sewing table day after day and serves a wonderful purpose.
Wanna know something strange and funny? As I was sitting here typing this in John's recliner downstairs, waiting to start a movie, John just walked by casually, pointed to the recliner, and said, "Excuse me, but I think you've got my chair." :)