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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Illustrate the meaning of “A Stitch in Time Saves Nine” (without using the actual phrase or literal example). (01/03/08)

TITLE: The Chair
By Donna Carrico


Several years ago I began to have problems getting up out of my rocking recliner because of my arthritic back and knees. I called every used furniture store in town, and others in smaller towns around our big city, seeking a used recliner that did not rock. I prayed for God to lead me to the right place and the right chair. I spent a day physically checking my leads. This was very hard for me as I am forced to use the cain or a walker, and getting in out of the car all those times really wore me out.

The next day in desperation I began to call all the new furniture stores. After fruitlessly checking one out of two leads, I used my last bit of energy to walk into "La Z Boy", one of the most expensive stores in town. The kind sales lady I had spoken to by phone met me at the door. She said, "The recliner I spoke about his over here at the back of store."

I groaned in pain as I made the long trek to the back of store. She said, "I am so sorry. That chair has been sold. Did you notice our selection of lift chairs at the front of the store?" I had not noticed them. However, in my quest to find "the chair" I had considered a lift chair, and had already checked several medical stores. I had begun to feel like Goldilocks. The more chairs I sat in, the more I discovered the chairs, nor their price tags fit me properly. I also called my insurance and Medicare. They had paid for a power chair in the year before. Therefore, they would not put any money towards a lift chair. Of course, they did not provide a way for me to transport my power chair. It was just another disappointment during my quest for "the chair."

I continued heading toward the front of the store as the sales lady led me to their selection of lift chairs. By this time my Goldilocks syndrome kicked in again, and I was really ready to try out those chairs. As I begrudgingly looked down the row of lift chairs, my eyes lit up. There it was, "the chair". Not only was it "The Chair", it was the perfect chair. It was the perfect texture of material and color of green, and the perfect size to fit in my small mobile home. But still, my Goldilocks syndrome forced me to try all the other six chairs in the row just to be sure. "The chair" called out to me. It said, "Here I am. I have been here all along."

As I sat in "the chair", it seemed to wrap around me and comfort me. The chair was the limousine of lift chairs. The control handle had three settings for vibration, along with three types of vibration, with controls for the intensity and speed of the vibration. It had two settings for heat, and of course, the two main control buttons for reclining or lifting up. I finally got brave and checked the price tag. To my joy it was greatly discounted. The store was quite anxious to get rid of their stock since it was moving. Therefore, with a small down payment and several small monthly payments I was able to purchase "the chair".

God knows our needs need before we need it. He knows the beginning from the end. On December 21st, 2007 I had major outpatient surgery on my left shoulder. The torn rotator cuff was repaired, along with torn tendons, scraping off tissue and inflammation. I did not realize what I was facing when I finally decided to have surgery after over a year in pain. "The chair" has become my friend. I have to eat in it, plan my life in it, accept phone calls in it, and sleep and dream in it. I also have to take therapy in it, and I will write many articles in it while I enjoy its comfort. "The chair" God provided long before I needed it and has saved my family and me a lot of hassle. It would have been very hard to find the chair at the last minute to suit my after surgery needs. "The chair" will continue to be my friend for several months, possibly a year, during my recovery. I will continue to thank the Lord for "The Chair".

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Laury Hubrich 01/10/08
I'm so glad you found your perfect chair! God takes care of us right down to where we sit:) He is an awesome God! You could have even titled this, Goldilocks syndrome. Very good story!
Sara Harricharan 01/10/08
The perfect chair, eh? Sure sounds like it! I liked how you detailed the search and described how it felt to find it and sit inside. Great job.
Dee Yoder 01/11/08
God is the ultimate "sticth in time" isn't He? I like the honest quality of your story and enjoyed this unique read. With the details provided, I can picture you, sitting in your chair, writing this article!
Joanne Sher 01/13/08
Isn't this just like God? Bless YOU for seeing His fingerprint in everything, big and small. Your testimony is very moving - thank you for sharing it.
LauraLee Shaw01/13/08
As I read this, I am sitting in my favorite recliner. It is the one I do most of my writing and reading in....and especially enjoy spending time with God. What a neat story, and I'm glad you shared it!