Broken Chair
Bill was sitting in his kitchen chair after supper the other night when, all of a sudden, the chair collapsed, almost in slow motion, sending him to the floor. His pole vaulting instincts kicked in, and I watched him roll away from the disintegrating chair. Except for his bruised dignity, Bill wasn't hurt at all.
It could have been so much worse. Bill could have hit his head on the brick wall right behind him, but his guardian angel must have been watching out for him, yet again.
As for the chair, though, it was pretty much destroyed--unrepairable, for sure. It will never again serve its designated purpose.
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| Bill checked right away to see if his ill-fated chair was fixable. |
No one ever expects their chair to give way beneath them, especially a chair that is only a few years old. Dining chairs are usually made to last for decades, or at least, that's the way it used to be. Chairs, like most pieces of furniture, are meant to be trustworthy.
I never give much thought about whether or not a chair will do its job. I just sit down, confident that the chair beneath me will hold me safely, as it is meant to do.
In the same way, I don't think much about God's reliability, from one day to the next. He is, by nature, the very definition of dependable. He will always be much more trustworthy than any chair. He has proven himself, over and over again, and, just as he has said: “I am the LORD, and I do not change." (Malachi 3:6)
I can rest in him, confident that he will support me safely, no matter the circumstances. He will never refuse to hold me. He will never collapse under my weight. He will never wear out or give up on me. God knows me completely, inside and out, yet he loves me without fail. I can trust him to give me everything I need.
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| I suppose we'll keep this poor, unreliable chair until the two new ones arrive |
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