I can get pretty serious around this place. And you know, there is a lot of life to be serious about.
This week, you and I have been talking about our need to take wayside rests, to work out the knots and to find joy in the of our pain.
But have we talked lately about how important it is to laugh? Have I let some uncontained laughter bubble over?
Here’s the truth: We laugh around this home and this farm. A lot.
In our daily lives, that’s a big part of what it means to be Getting Down With Jesus — to give him our whole lives, the good, the bad, the ugly … even the funny.
We think laughter has a holy ring to it,
that our girls’ giggles are sacred,
and that moments where our side aches from all the goofiness are pretastes of Heaven.
Like the other night, when that full moon rose over these gilded bean-fields:
Our oldest daughter, Lydia, came to us. She said she’d been concerned about what she felt were “unnaturally long arm hairs.” She thought there was a slight chance she might turn into a werewolf overnight.
Thanks be to God, she did, in fact, remain human.
But a few nights ago, our little comedienne dressed up in a wig and furry coat, and howled at the moon outside the dining room window — just to make us laugh. And we did. We laughed the kind of laugh that makes every part of your face come alive. That felt so good.
Then there was Thursday. My favorite farmer cleaned out the smoker. And I went to the store to buy baby-back ribs. All afternoon, he smoked those ribs; he babied those baby-backs.
That night, as we gathered around the table, my favorite farmer offered to lead prayer. (We take turns.) We bowed our heads, and Scott prayed for farmers, for the upcoming harvest and for his family.
Then, after asking the Lord to bless the smoked ribs on our plates, he thanked the Father for me, his wife.
And he did it Just. Like. This:
“And God, I’d also like to thank you for my smokin’ hot wife. Boogity. Boogity. Boogity. Amen.”
(Yes, just like the pastor at the NASCAR race.)
Can I tell you what? Those were THE best ribs I’ve ever eaten. 🙂
Submitted as part of The High Calling’s group-writing project on laughter. Do you have a story on laughter that you’d like to share? Write it down, then link up with our mirth-and-merriment hostess, Deidra Riggs of Jumping Tandem.