a pretty chair and a beautiful heart

This is a story about the kind of heart Jesus had; the kind that wants to bless other people--just because.
It starts with a chair (wow. that sounds like Juno...soooo not the track I'm going down.) ANYway, it does start with a chair. I really wanted one. Like one of those beautiful wing back arm chairs you might see in Anthropologie. I envisioned myself perched in one of those, reading some piece of classic literature, chamomile tea in hand. I really do piece things together in my head like that. weird.
My hunt for the perfect chair began in Seattle thrift stores. St vincent de Paul. Goodwill. Value Village. It certainly didn't have to be expensive. Only perfect.
That was like a month ago. Nothing.
I decided to revisit a couple of those stores again today, reasoning that by now they must have new treasures in. My first stop brought me close, but not close enough. With no real hope of any improved luck, I thought I'd give another store a shot.
Upon entering, I walked straight to the furniture section where I instantly noticed that they indeed had brought in a truck load of new stuff. And then, I saw it. a pretty chair. The chair. Like Goldilocks, I had to sit in it, and while I was sitting in it, a lady stopped to admire the scene (mostly the chair) She exclaimed how beautiful it was. I told her I most certainly agreed, that I wanted to buy it, but couldn't because my small car is just too small. For a second, she shared my look of disappointment, then smiled. "I can put it in my car and follow you home," she soooo sweetly offered. I was shocked. Who does that?I was a perfect stranger to her. I was almost uncomfortable with her niceness, I couldn't really say yes. I didn't know her. I began to politely decline her offer, but she was insistent. She told me about how she had been praying for an opportunity to bless someone and that now, here it was, right in front of her face. I was her opportunity to be a blessing.
The chair is in my room now. It looks pretty darn perfect. And, I know it's just a measly old chair, but I love it so much more because of what it took to get it home. And, I know that blessings sometimes aren't disguised, or practical (who really needs a wing back chair. seriously.) Sometimes, blessings are obvious, impractical, for idiots like me who go shopping for furniture with no way to get it home (though in all honesty, I did think the chair would be smaller).
We serve a very patient, loving, accommodating God.