Our 2 oldest girls were at a formal at our church this evening featuring a comedian. I can imagine the laughter heard through that room. The chuckles, snorts, giggles, chortles and cackles, both high pitched and low. I can imagine the faces that were cramping from smiling so much, the tears that wound up on sleeves and napkins, the sore bellies from the constant tightening with good, old fashioned, hysterical laughter.
But imagining is about as close as I’ll get for the time being. During the last 73 days Tara and I haven’t had much laughter. And I miss it. We miss it. We need it. There is a difference between having peace and joy versus laughter. The one we have and I think that seems most critical. The other we need, but I’m not sure to what extent. We need to lighten things around our home, or at least our room. The kids seem to still have it, so I think we should start there and spend more time with them while they are laughing..and join in with them.
Although the overall pattern of Tara’s progress is moving in the right direction, this particular day wasn’t so good. Her stomach is giving her fits, almost to the point of going in to get it checked out. If it wasn’t the weekend, where we would end up in the emergency room, we probably would have gone. So we’ll see how tomorrow goes and make our decision from there.
We know God is with us, but today He seemed distant. My prayers seemed just like words that I was trying to put together that ended up not making much sense. I am really counting on tomorrow. While we typically go to church on Saturday, this week we are going Sunday. So God, I challenge you to meet us, both there and here. Lock eyes with us. Refine us. Give us peace, joy and laughter in our hearts and our home.