My favorite is that laughter does us good like medicine. That means laughter is healing.
I have a cold right now and have been contemplating various brands of decongestant - I'd settle for a good hard laugh.
More than anyone else I know, I have laughed at the most inappropriate times - take this past Tuesday for example. We were at a training evening for work (the Pregnancy Care Centre). The facilitator was my sister, and she was empathetically sharing ways to coach a woman through the pain of childbirth. I suddenly got this image from when I'd been in labor with my last child, and I gave a little snort and a laugh.
A nurse had been unable to get an IV into my hand, and the other one tried to grab my hand and give it a whirl.
The first nurse pulled my hand back, and somehow in the fracas, one of them ended up grabbing Dean's hand and going at him w/ the IV needle. From the fog of my pain, I vaguely heard one say, "Can't you even tell the difference between a man and a woman's hand?"
The funniest part to me (although at the time I wasn't laughing), is that Dean just let them take his hand, and he never pulled away. I still don't know why.
God has given me several friends that gift me with laughter. My closest friend from childhood only has to look at me, and we burst into laughter.
I love hearing my husband's laughter. It just makes me feel like all parts of my world are alright. When he really gets going he's got the most contagious shout of laughter. Of course my kids' laughter is right up there on my list of things I love. Madison giggles uncontrollably, Adrian belly chuckles, Kaden ducks his head so no one can see him out of control, and Carson's whole face lights up. When we laugh together as a family I feel like we are being glued together.
Dean and I laugh together a lot. Last summer we were pulling into a campground, when I saw 2 people out my window. I watched them awkwardly interacting with each other and said quietly to myself, "They are SO weird." I didn't think Dean had even heard until he drily whispered, "And they don't even know it." Well, we laughed and laughed as the kids all begged us to tell them what was so funny. It's hard to describe, but we laughed b/c we had so totally understood each other right then.
A great memory from our holidays to visit Dean's family this year was when Madison and I had a laugher moment. Someone said something inappropriate while we were driving along in the truck and she let out the most unladylike snort and clamped a hand over her mouth in embarassment. Well, the comment had struck me as incredibly funny as well. Our eyes caught and we both burst into giggles until we cried.
I loved laughing with her.
Laugher isn't just good medicine - it's glue.
Laughing together with someone can erase a lot of hurt and misunderstanding.
Laughter isn't just good medicine - it's the best.
p.s. Don't you love this guy's lips?
2 comments:
This post is funny to me because I've always loved your laugh SO much! I can remember times at TKS when all we could do was laugh... remember those days?? And you're right - I do kind of feel glued together with you from those times! Your laugh illicits laughter from others... I guess you're a healer, then, aren't you? I love it!
What an awesome thot - we can be healers. That's profound!
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