Several years ago, I led a Celebrate Recovery group at my church. I can’t tell you how many times that, even in the midst of some painful sharing, laughter would sneak in and fill our little circle. It blew in like a refreshing breeze and fell on us like a gentle rain.
I have had many, many friends over the years who have laughed with me through pain.
I cherish discovering humor in sad times.
Even one of the last things I said to my mom in the hospital before she passed away was a moment of humor. For years she would tell me I was her favorite daughter and I would always respond “and you’re my favorite mom”. It was funny to us because I had two brothers and no sisters. She couldn’t very well pick a favorite son…not without some hurt feeling 😉 but she could have a favorite daughter. I got to be it!
I’ve been laughing quite a bit over the last few days despite this being a season of loss in our family.
Here are a couple of highlights:
My dad lost his cell phone shortly before I came out to visit him last month. While I was there, I bought him another one. Since he is technology challenged and because of the high probability he might misplace the phone again, he asked me to purchase him a cheap, simple one. In his opinion,the lesson buttons he must figure out the better. I found a phone with minimal buttons for $20 and gave it to him.
Apparently, for the past couple of weeks, the phone has been living up to its “cheapness”. It’s not holding a charge for very long anymore and all the numbers I programmed into the phone for him have disappeared. Every time my dad calls me he refers to it as his cheesy phone. He mentions his cheesy phone at least three times during our five-minute phone conversations. If I happen to miss his phone call the voice mail message he leaves for me always centers around his cheesy phone. I’m starting to think my dad’s mention of the word cheesy would make for a good drinking game…too bad I gave up drinking years ago. 🙂 I’ll just laugh about it instead.
This past weekend my husband relayed to me a conversation he had with our son shortly after receiving the news that my grandma had passed away. My husband was explaining to our son that death is one of those things in life that is some times hard for us to understand.
Our son responded, “yeah, like Elmo…I’ve never understood Elmo.”
You don’t know how many times his response had made me laugh and smile over the past few days. I am definitely adding this memory to my list of Seanisms.
If you need a laugh…this is an oldie but a goodie:
Laughter really is the best medicine. Today, I am thankful for the gift of laughter.
“He will once again fill your mouth with laughter and your lips with shouts of joy.”
Can you think of a time when you have been able to laugh during difficult seasons?