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Writer's pictureJamie Klusacek

Wingback Chair Petitions

It's been three nights in a row that I’ve sat in the hushed darkness of my living room at the feet of Jesus. I’ve frequented nighttime connections with God over the past few years.


These connections with God mostly encompass me walking in circles around the main level of our home on repeat.


I start by extinguishing our lights and lighting the fake candles on our stairwell—which sit safely in two ornate wooden lanterns purchased from Hobby Lobby.


I move from there and begin to pray, circling our living room, where during the cherished holiday season our twelve-foot Christmas tree resides. Twinkling lights testifying the goodness of God.


I walk around my cherry red Pottery Barn sofa and pray my way through the dining room, which is surrounded by floor-to-ceiling windows that remind me of a European villa. The room is given even more character by the leak in our ceiling, which asserts itself with no apparent explanation, causing a huge chunk of drywall to protrude.


There is a creak in the floor next to our smart thermostat. And, as an added bonus to my prayer time, the more I weigh, the louder the creak gets.


From there, I walk by our prayer board, through my kitchen and breakfast nook, and into our family room, where our weathered wingback leather recliner resides. After a few laps around the house, this is where I stay. For my nights with Jesus, this is His seat. Or at least I imagine Him there, sitting in the one and only recliner we own.


I’m more than happy to sit at His feet. Messy haired, makeup-less, and barefoot, I nestle into the carpet. I’m usually wrapped in a cozy blanket—and when I close my eyes, it’s as if He’s right there with me. The stars twinkle through my west-facing window, shining brightly in the crisp night sky and reminding me that God is so much bigger than I could ever imagine.


For three nights in a row, I’ve sat. On my knees, head bowed in worship. Eventually, I let my hair down and begin to cry. Tears stream down my face from the thankfulness overflowing in my heart. A tender moment between me and Jesus for what He’s done and what He will do.


So here I wait. Here I pray. Here I thank Him.


Here I’m reminded of His goodness and faithfulness in my life. Here my cup runs over. Here I see the beginnings of the miraculous. Here I worship. Here my faith is stretched. Here I find the courage to give far beyond what I ever thought was possible.


A generous life is born at the feet of Jesus. It's receiving His amazing gifts and in turn pouring them out on others. In His presence is where we give the best of what we have—our time, treasure and talents—to the One who matters infinitely more than we can imagine.


"Your time with God is fuel for your soul. It's where a life well lived is discovered and generosity is defined. If you want to love God and love others well, start here."


Want to hear a personal story on generosity? Simply click this link and write "Chapter Thirteen" in the subject line for a free PDF download of Courage to Give.


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Want more resources? Check out Pray Like Monks Live Like Fools by Tyler Staton as a study tool to accompany your time with God. Great book about prayer.


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I adore this Jamie! Anytime I can picture an encounter with the father it fills my heart and hopes with love and light.

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