Things falling apart is a kind of testing and also a kind of healing. We think that the point is to pass the test or to overcome the problem, but the truth is that things don’t really get solved. They come together and they fall apart. Then they come together again and fall apart again. It’s just like that. The healing comes from letting there be room for all of this to happen: room for grief, for relief, for misery, for joy.
I am especially glad of the divine gift of laughter; it has made the world human and lovable, despite all its pain and wrong.
Laughter can renew like a short nap in the afternoon or a refreshing journey outside after a long day.
My mother and I have always had a way of sharing a burst of laughter that might touch us so deeply it can bring soul-washing tears. Under stress, feeling pain or the burden of grief, we can find ourselves noticing something silly one of us may have said. In a snap, we are moved into Grace-filled and stress-releasing laughter. And in those moments, we know laughter’s divine gift.
No one can plan this type of laughter. It is spontaneous and comes from a deep place in each of us. It is healing and brings people together.
At this time in our world, I pray we share much of this type of laughter- amongst ourselves and beyond our neighborhoods.
We are in need of its healing and its ability to unite.
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