Fred’s Chair

Something I heard in a sermon last week about finding a place to think with God reminded me of Fred’s chair. When Fred and Perk moved (What! Again?), they threw out an old early American wooden winged chair with upholstered cushions.  Bob and I adopted it, found an ottoman to go with it and had both of them reupholstered. Over the years the chair became what you might  call a friend and a history not only of God Thinks but of my multiple sclerosis.

The first year, a nurse came to give me thirty gamma globulin infusions, and the perfect chair was Fred’s chair with its wooden wings where the IV bag could be taped to the wood.

Over the years I have sat in the perfect chair for breathing treatments during which I always played solitaire, now over one thousand games won.

In between these events this was my chair corner for Bible reading, praying, thinking with God, critical list-making. Yes, I know God is everywhere and doesn’t just live in the chair corner, but it’s my comfort zone. Everyone has a comfort zone for just about everything.  This is mine.  Thanks Fred and Perk.

About Naomi

I am a writer and Christian educator who works in several genres with a specialty in materials for persons with disabilities. The Long Road Home Romance Collection includes one of my books (11/14), and I just finished the first draft of a Quick Look handbook to help persons who teach an inclusive classroom. I love playing and listening to classical music, fishing, doing family things, and, in spite of my non-interest in identifying birds, have come to name them because of my bird watching husband, Bob. My children and grandchildren, because of their expertise in different fields, have broadened my lens for looking at the world.

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