A chair , God and Me

I sat on my greenish chair which was two years old but it looked newish and it was comfortable to seat for an hour.

I had an hour to tell God my story. An hour of praise, confession, and present. Seeking the face of my creator, seemed easier, or it may be that was familiarity and a sense of God being next to my chair and listening to me.

Next to the chair, there was a bed and handful of books, and a closet full of unneeded clothes. One word could’ve changed me. I didn’t need to read whole the book. All I needed to seat and be still, one whisper of Holy God could shake my bones and tell to my soul God exists and God is here.

I felt it. I grabbed my heart and wrapped it with unknown words. I wasn’t daydreaming, I was in reality of God’s holiness and my brokenness. I meant to know God. He is not obligated to tell me everything. Was I distracted with the world entertainment? Too much of me , so little of Him. I needed to seek Him more. That my doubt and shame fell down like the speed of light. I could’ve washed my face and jump out of my chair that the electricity of his presence won’t destroy me. I was in electrify chair of his presence. Die in myself and alive in him, wiping all sins , bad memory’s and wrongdoing. Not by my might , but by His powerful presence. Who knows I might be a new person in a next hour so.

In the moment of fulfilment, God captured my inner being. He Changed my whole thought. I was in a replacement-machine , the core of my bone were shouting ‘God is Good’, ‘ He is Faithful’. All the religions broken in me and I was talking to my creator in my heart:

God is faithful, who has called you into fellowship with his Son, Jesus Christ our Lord.” 1 Corinthians 1:9

I was the enemy, but now I am called to be a friend. A friend of my creator, who does not love this? The distance is broken, Hallelujah. I am near now! Right in my chair. God is here next to me.

Where would you find Him? 🤔 where is your sacred place?

Friend , if above post encouraged you why not share to your people?

Written by

Dariush Youkhaneh

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