I grew up nestled among wheat fields and the rolling hills of the Palouse.
When visiting family I would gaze longing at Mt. Ranier
and considered this view supreme.
Upon moving to Oregon, with a simple
twist of my neck there were mountains
dotted along the horizon plus
we were a mere 70 miles from the ocean.
Mountains blanket me with awe
but the ocean is my soul’s sweetest spot.
The force of the waves captivate and woo me.
I didn’t find beauty in wheat fields
until I parted ways with this scenery.
I was always looking over the stalks to get
to a more preferable terrain.
I overlooked the surroundings in which I was planted.
There are days I don’t even notice Mt. Hood peeking out from
the blue and white sky because I am so saturated by my own thoughts.
Last week we were beach dwellers.
The summer has been a toasty one and I was anxious to
feel cool breezes and don a sweatshirt if it was deemed necessary.
If it was chilly or rainy, fine by me.
I simply wanted to be cool and I wanted my pupils to be
enlarged by the sight of the ocean.
On one particular day, we had the quintessential beach day.
The kind of day that could have been used by the chamber of
commerce to promote tourism.
I am talking the kind of day full of kite flying, sand castles
followed by jaunts of wave jumping and football throwing.
The sun was a mile high and the breeze was just enough
that it only occasionally created book pages to flutter.
Boys buried themselves in the sand while others
lifted their face heavenward and dozed in sunny bliss.
I decided to abandon the family and stroll
in the opposite direction from where our family was
A runaway dog was chased by hollering kids,
dozens of brave souls sent out delighted
squeals in the shiver-worthy water and then suddenly
I spotted this empty chair from quite a distance.
I expected it to be filled by the time I drew close enough to capture
the image on my phone.
I wondered where was the owner.
Using the restroom?
Unable to the resist the pull of the tide?
When I reversed my path, the chair was still unoccupied.
I have looked at this photo from time to time since we have
returned to normal life back among the mountains.
I have asked myself…
Am I sitting in the chair designed for me?
Am I longing for someone else’s chair?
With no one in sight, how easy it would have been for me
to sit right down in that aqua colored chair and enjoy the
In fact, only the true owner would have noticed my
seat sitting where it didn’t belong.
Back at my beach base camp, I sat in
a drab forest green portable chair.
Boring I say.
Sometimes I view bits and pieces of my
personality and temperament as not preferable compared
to someone else’s.
Much of my life, I have lived in one terrain
dreaming of another land or seascape.
Slowly God is showing me how to live
where I reside and according to
how he has fashioned me.
I am learning how powerful it can be
to bask in the gifts I have been given
and allow them to freely mingle with those
another person possesses.
I am determined to embrace mine instead
of looking over at someone else’s field of gifts.
What does your chair look like?
Does it have a sagging cushion or
is it high-backed and seemingly uncomfortable?
Is it lacking arm supports and rocks back and forth
leaving you feeling unsure of its ability to hold you?
No matter the condition of your chair,
it is held together by the strength of a Creator who
has designed it perfectly for you.
You and I don’t have to wander around like Goldilocks
trying on other chairs hoping to find the one that is just the right size.
your chair is directly in front of your eyes.
The chair God has crafted is just right for your frame.
Sit in your chair.
Allow your eyes to scan the scenery.
Your vision may see the ripple of wheat,
the lapping of water at your feet or you might blink
the sun out of your eyes and behold
the people standing before you.
The ones you were meant to claim
by loving and caring for them as only you can.
Curb your wandering eyes
and simply sit in your chair
and enjoy the view.
It’s a supreme view.