A moment of laughter

 

Give me a sense of humor, Lord, give me the grace to see a joke.
To get some humor out of life, and pass it on to other folk. Bob Hope

Some days are just heavy, and the weight of them is almost too much to bear.  We need laughter to help release the emotions that we have been well practiced in holding back.  Reading Bob Hope’s words today brought a memory back so strongly…

My mother died 21 years ago, and my heart still breaks from missing her.  My Grannie passed almost three years ago, but the memory of attending her service in New Orleans recently came to me like it was yesterday.   I not only mourned my grannie again, but the loss of my mother returned to the surface.  My grannie had taken care of my mother through her cancer.   I witnessed as she lovingly walked my mother, her child, to the end of her life.

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In New Orleans, LA most burial plots are above ground, and my mother was buried in a mausoleum.  Her plot belonged to my grandparents, and my understanding is there was room for three bodies, but not three coffins.   When my grandmother passed, and her body was to join her husband’s and their child’s.   My mother’s body was removed, wrapped and returned to the plot without her coffin.  Even I, as a grown woman, had a great deal of curiosity about this whole process.  So, I tried to peek into the curtain covered space.  When I did, I whispered, too loudly (there is quite an echo in the corridors),  “I want to see my mummy.”  As you can imagine some laughed with me and others did not.  But my quiet laugh turned into a fit of quiet giggles and my giggles to tears, and I felt so much better for the emotional release.

For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven:

a time to be born, and a time to die;
a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted;
a time to kill, and a time to heal;
a time to break down, and a time to build up;
a time to weep, and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
 Ecclesiastes 3 (NRSV)

Has there been a time in your life when the seasons mingle together?  Spend time in the memory.  It is a moment of grace.

A moment of favoritism

As my teenage daughter attends a classmate’s Celebration of Life service today, I am reminded of why I am working through my issues with computers and technology to send a message of God’s love out into the world.  I don’t have any idea where this will land, or if anyone will hear the message, but it is in my heart, and I don’t want to contain it.

My head is filled this morning with thoughts of teenagers and parenting and my own personal successes and failures.  I have found the only way to stop the spinning is to focus on God’s love for all of us.  A dear friend of mine always says, “I’m His favorite.”  My response to that is, “Me too!”  If I could say anything to the young man who is being wept for this very minute, it would be. “You are God’s favorite.”  It doesn’t matter what we have done in the past when we look into God’s eyes, our successes and our failures are enfolded into His loving embrace, and we, in that moment, are His favorite.

Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who has blessed us in the heavenly realms with every spiritual blessing in Christ. For he chose us in him before the creation of the world to be holy and blameless in his sight. In love, he predestined us for adoption to be his children through Jesus Christ, in accordance with his pleasure and will— to the praise of his glorious grace, which he has freely given us in the One he loves. In him, we have redemption through his blood, the forgiveness of sins, in accordance with the riches of God’s grace that he lavished on us. With all wisdom and understanding…Ephesians 1:1-8 (NIV)

God created us, understands us and loves us in every moment of our lives here and beyond.

Peace,

Alana