The view touched my heart as soon as I entered the room.
A big wooden rocking chair faced me
With a smaller rocking chair on each side of it.
Not one, but THREE beautiful chairs
Were what my eyes did see.
Previously I had dedicated my antique rocking chair to Jesus
And each time I walk by
I picture Him sitting on it,
Listening to my heart’s cry.
Consequently, when I entered this home
I felt Jesus greeted me first.
He was right there
In the big rocking chair!

I am never alone
No matter where I go.
Many times God reveals Himself to me clearly.
I love Him so.
This time He really did an outstanding job.
Not one chair, but THREE.
And a five year old boy who proved chivalry isn’t dead.
He was most hospitable to me.
He even offered me his chair.
Though I didn’t think I’d fit.
Then he told me something
That was a direct hit.

He said, “The little chairs
Are for my sister and me.”
I said, “Who sits in this big one?”
He said, “Mommy and Daddy.”
One word jumped into my heart:
I thought to myself….
How pleased Jesus must be.
Little things mean a lot.
Often it is something small
That enables something big to continue.
It can be anything from a rocker to a letter or a prayer…. that’s all!

Hebrews 13:5 “…I will never leave thee, nor forsake thee.”
Phil. 1:6 “Being confident of this very thing, that He which hath begun a good work in you will perform it until the day of Jesus Christ:”

Written by Linda Lou Jones
“Glory to God”
PS. 45:1 “My tongue is the pen of a ready writer.”