By Rena Oynes – (c)3/23/2018
As I sat with Jesus in my old rocking chair
The pain of brokenness was unbearable
Tears flowed as I bent in prayer
Your love gave me hope to get through another day.
As I sat with Jesus in my old rocking chair
You promised you’d never abandon me
Your hand reached down and strengthened me
Your love gave me hope to get through another day.
As I sat with Jesus in my old rocking chair
You hide me in your arms
And reminded me you would guide me.
Your love gave me hope to get through another day.
As I sat with Jesus in my old rocking chair
You bent down and heard my pleas
That you would never turn away from me.
Your love gave me hope to get through another day.
As I sit with Jesus in my old rocking chair
I give you all the praise Jesus
For your love has brought healing to my brokenness
Your love will always get me through all my days.
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Rena, is that your Mother’s rocking chair? I have heard it said, “if that rocker could talk oh the stories it would tell.” It seems your rocker talks and oh the stories it told.
Would love to hear the story of your rocker. Your poem offers comfort to the lonely and might wonder, just who can help me through this stress. We say, Jesus can.
Last night I listened on CNN to a beautiful lady, Karen McDougal, tell her story of herself and D Trump ‘s relationship while he was married. At the time she was a playboy model and younger. The most interesting part of her story to me was she has returned to her roots which includes her faith. She said, “I am a new creation.” She speaks freely of her faith. She admits to doing wrong and how she is changed.
I was gently reminded just how important it is to be free to tell our story. Give our testimony. John 8:36 “If the Son sets you free, you will be free indeed.”
Jesus, The Son, gave His blood for our freedom. Yet, like Rena, like the playboy model, like all of us that have found or are finding ourselves quagmired in sin might find a rocker, an alter, woods or river, etc. but have that talk with Jesus and be made free.
I pray for strength for all to make that decision. And, as the Rev Billy Graham would say, “find someone and tell them your decision.” I say, yes, tell your story. And, may other rockers’ give support to rocking chair stories.
The rocker is not my Mother’s. I got it when I was pregnant with my first son, Erick and was grateful to have it with Jon. I would rock each one through the night, holding them close singing all the children’s Christian songs I knew from leading music in the children’s program at church and from my Mom and my church as a child. As they grew the boys would climb up on the rocker together and rock.
After awhile it became mine alone
and I’ve rocked many a mile with the Lord in it. Through quite times with the Lord I’ve spent many hours praying for my sons as they had their challenges . I lifted up many children I taught in public schools, Sunday School, and other children who needed God’s healing or direction. I have lifted up others God has placed on my heart as I sense an urgency in my spirit to pray and/or speak to. These prayers show me how God’s hand moves to touch another just when they need it.
While I sit chatting with the Lord I fill His Presence the most. I think my dog DJ loves it to as he races to sleep at my feet. I truly love the morning time and am glad I’m retired and can sit as long as I want when I don’t have obligations elsewhere.
One time I thought I would get rid of the old rocker and I tried to give it away, but no one wanted it. I’m so thankful to God for telling everyone “no” as after the rocker didn’t sale I realized how valuable it was to me. I would have regretted it forever. I’m So glad I have it to rock and talk with my Lord.. No one can know the journey of my life like this old rocking chair and my worn Bible.
How interesting it would be to hear others stories of their rockers.
Rena, Reading your poem and seeing that beautiful rocking chair pictured above, brings a scripture verse to mind, for me………Psalm 46 : 10. “He says, ‘Be still, and know that I am God;….” Thanks for sharing your poem and picture. Maybe I needed the reminder to sit still ( in a rocking chair, etc.), and listen to the Lord .🙏✝💕
Interestinly, Tammy, I was thinking about the same verse. And, almost typed it. Must be a necessity for us.
Yes, Sara, it must be.🙏
Sitting with God, just you and He is so precious wherever you spend time with Him. I like rocking and talking which reminds me when we were at the Cove in North Carolina, which is a conference center built by Billy Graham organization, they have a huge porch with a huge number of rockers where you can meet and talk to people from all over the world and eat popcorn and soft served ice cream.
Thank you for sharing your heart in the poem, Rena, along with the picture of your rocker. Just looking at the arms of the rocker really gives life to the words you penned, “As I sat with Jesus in my old rocking chair You hide me in your arms”.
Debi I love the imagery of arms of the chair and and hiding me in your arms which I didn’t think of. Thank you!