Life hasn’t been very funny lately. Humor hasn’t seemed to fit.
I hear the news. Most isn’t good.
I read the reports. Most aren’t good.
I notice the debates, feel the tension, observe the division, and worry about the next person to become ill. So much is so sad. Too much is causing us to sleep too little, too stress too much, and too find peace too rarely.
The tears and the grieving are appropriate. The deep dialogue is necessary. We seek solutions. We need therapy.
But today I heard someone laugh. It was appropriate. It was healthy. It was good. And, as I laughed along with them, I realized I needed to. For those moments and in that setting, the humor was like medicine. My smile warmed my heart. Our joy rested our worry, just for a few moments.
I realized I need this reminder:
“A cheerful heart is good medicine, but a crushed spirit dries up the bones” (Proverbs 17:22).
And, I realized I need this reminder:
“Laughter can take us from the planned. It can interrupt us with joy. It can rework our script, providing the editorial services of healing and hope. It can let deep wounds become segments of hope. It can help sad days become not-so-bad-after-all occasions. It can make an already planned day become better.” Pause: The Secret to a Better Life, One Word at a Time.