When laughter morphs to tears, and reverse

The other day I was laughing, laughing hard, considering the goodness of God.  As I reflected upon the trials experienced and subsequently enduring during 2015, I laughed aloud at how remarkable God moved on my behalf! I got down right tickled about the extent to which he maneuvered and set things in order.  In January, while many were blowing horns and establishing soon to be unattained new year’s resolutions, I was walking throughout the house praying as our daughter traveled to Rome alone having missed her group flight.  After arriving, the costs unbeknownst to us were insurmountable, impacting our household in a mighty way for months to come.  Cultural adjustments were tough to manage, and the thought of our daughter being 4,673 miles away was overwhelming from time to time.  Concurrently, although our son moved 14 miles away to begin living independently, he might as well have been in Italy as well because we had to enact an equal level of trust in God for protection.  Watching from the sideline and not being invited into his game of life was a hard pill to swallow.  Further, I began a new diet after learning that I have a gluten allergy.  Suddenly, planning to eat was stretched to a whole new level.  Changes in my job created, no demanded me, to elevate my prayer life like never before just for daily, sometimes hourly sustainability.  And might I add, this was within the first six months of the year!

As we embarked upon the month of July, difficulties continued.  The other day while laughing, I played each of these instances and so many more over in my mind.  I laughed at the goodness of God such to the extent that I began to weep.  It was not one of those sad, challenging to catch one’s breath cry, but instead a cry unto the Lord for his sovereignty over my life and that of my family.  For no matter what I bore witness to and experienced like never before, indeed he never left me nor forsook me (Deuteronomy 31:6)! My tears were that of gratefulness for safety, protection, sufficiency, love, security, promises kept, blessings, sanity, comfort and help.  My tears were not those of sadness, but of hope and the realization of the expected end that we are promised in Jeremiah 29:11.  My tears began to morph to laughter again.  Thankfully, this occurred in the comfort of my home, otherwise, an onlooker would have been incredibly confused.  Psalm 126:5 affirms, “So those who went off with heavy hearts
will come home laughing, with armloads of blessing.”  I experienced blessing after blessing after blessing amidst hardship! Blessed be God!

It is believed that the average adult laughs about 15 times per day in comparison with the average child  who laughs anywhere between 300 – 500 times per day.  Somewhere between hide and seek and a mortgage, we truly got lost.  Yet we must believe that Christ our Savior hasn’t forgotten about us.  As a child when I found an exceptional hiding place, it felt like I was there alone and that I would never be found.  At first, it was exciting, but it quickly turned from joy to fear, or from laughter to tears.  Just as we trusted and hoped for our friends to come and look for us, we must trust God as he bellows “Olie Olie In Come Free!” Perhaps we can implement the tenets of Matthew  18:3, “And he said: “Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.”

We are not forgotten.  We are not discarded.  His promises remain yes and amen! Whatever you must do to remind yourself, do it! As I write this post, I am reminded of a recent visit to our daughter.  While visiting two months ago, prior to my departure, I wrote down a few scriptures on several slips of paper and left them on her desk.  Upon my most recent visit, to my surprise with sheer joy, I noticed that she’d moved the scriptures over her bed.  She placed the reminder in a tangible space.  Its the first thing she sees when her eyes are opened and the last thing she sees when she closes her eyes.  I laughed.  I cried.  I laughed again.  Blessed be God.

 

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