What God taught me from buying a chair

Well it's been a long time since I've posted. In fact, quite a lot has happened. I began my first relationship with a great guy, but within a few months realized that I couldn't see myself marrying him, so I ended it. The other big event was moving out on my own for the first time.

I have a nice big bedroom (pics to follow when it's done being decorated) but my only place to sit is my bed. We have a nice common area with furniture, but I would love a reading chair, TV watching chair, or just someplace for me and guests to sit besides my bed. I've been on the hunt for a chair for the past 3 weeks or so. I had it in my head what I wanted the chair to look like and be like, but anything remotely similar was way out of my budget.

I looked at an iJoy massage chair, but it looked like it belonged in a gaming room, and it sat really low to the ground. Plus, it was about a hundred more than I wanted to spend, but the benefit of a massage almost made me want to splurge. Then I went to this consignment place, and found a chair I liked. It was classy and white (not preferred, but it would work). It was comfortable, but the owners weren't able to bring it down to my price range. In the end, I decided to buy a Papasan chair on Craigslist for 30 dollars until I found something I loved.

I was awaiting an email for an address from the woman selling the chair, but I never heard, and I was already in the area trying to kill time while I waited. One of the places I decided to "pop into" to kill time was Just Cabinets. They had some really nice chairs marked down, but they weren't quite my style. Then I saw a chair in the distance, and was sure it would be way out of my budget, because every chair that was exactly what I was looking for so far had been. I sat in it, and it was more comfortable than I imagined. It was exactly what I imagined relaxing in each night. Then I looked at the price tag. It was on clearance, for about 60% off the original, and it was in my budget . I was so excited about everything except the color. It was a really dark brown, and I was hoping for a tan color, but I knew I could deal with it or slipcover it. I also saw it in green, but that definitely wouldn't go. The employee came up to me, and I told him I loved the chair. He said, "it is comfortable, and we have it in three colors. That color, this green one, and..." he began walking towards the back of the store... "this mocha one." I turned the corner and saw the same chair in the color I hoped for. It was the last one, he told me.

I know it's just a chair, but in that moment I wanted to cry, because God was whispering something deep into my heart. He was reminding me how much he loves me and cares for even the seemingly little things in my life. And as he whispered his love into the depths of my heart, he told me that this chair was a symbol of a greater plan for my life, that he doesn't want me to settle, or compromise, or find a man to "hold me over" until I find a better one. He wants me to wait patiently and keep having hope that there is a man out there with everything that I have dreamed of and know I need in a godly husband, and when he comes along, I shouldn't doubt that he's going to be "too good to be true." He reminded me that I am going to have to be patient, and I may have to face some more letdowns along the way, but that when I am not expecting it, a man will come into my life that I won't have to compromise or settle for, because he will be exactly what God has been saving for me...