The Wooden Chair

When I was just a little girl, I'd close my eyes to pray. And there I'd see the Father sitting in a wooden chair. When I would speak He'd lean to listen and hear what I would say. 

I'm older now and thought that I somehow had a strange imagination as a child. Imagine God of the universe...not on a throne but on a wooden chair. So I laughed it off and as I prayed I wanted to see God on His throne. it's beautiful there. Surrounded by gardens and a big beautiful stone wall. And He is so inviting. 

But the most beautiful place is still the wooden chair. Even now my eyes are filling up with tears. You see someone shared a story- a vision of another, of Jesus in His favorite place upon a wooden chair. The chair was in a little room called "the weeping room". It was found deep in the house of God, within the intimacy room. A simple room, accessible by trapdoor. Here He looks out at the world and sees and hears every cry. He sees all the brokenness and hurt and pain. 

You know why it makes me cry too? I've seen the things that make Him weep. The bars and redlights, the poor and destitute, empty idol worship, divorce, unforgiveness, anger, orphans...it pains me. But what makes me weep all the more? When I was just a little child, in the midst of all He saw...when I would open my mouth to pray, He leaned in to listen. We matter so much to Him, I can't get over it. And now...again when I close my eyes to pray. This is where I see Him...and I know I can go in there with Him. 

You can read the whole vision here: 

http://www.whitedoveministries.org/index.cfm?zone=Docs/Prophetic%20Words/PWTheWeepingRM.htm&page=Articles