A Giggle A Day . . .
"A cheerful heart is good medicine, but a broken spirit saps a person’s strength." Proverbs 17:22
I love my children.
My daughter, Meredith, is fourteen months older than my son, Dylan. When they were very little, both of them would wake up in the morning giggling. They lived to catch us sleeping, and would often sneak into our bedroom very early, giggly with anticipation. I remember seeing just the curly top of Meredith's head passing by the foot of the bed. All the while, her giggly distinct voice was shushing Dylan, reminding him that they had to be quiet and sneaky.
Neither of them could control the morning giggles. They didn't know what to expect from their sneaking or the day, but they assumed it was going to be good . . . whatever came.
I love my children.
My daughter, Meredith, is fourteen months older than my son, Dylan. When they were very little, both of them would wake up in the morning giggling. They lived to catch us sleeping, and would often sneak into our bedroom very early, giggly with anticipation. I remember seeing just the curly top of Meredith's head passing by the foot of the bed. All the while, her giggly distinct voice was shushing Dylan, reminding him that they had to be quiet and sneaky.
Neither of them could control the morning giggles. They didn't know what to expect from their sneaking or the day, but they assumed it was going to be good . . . whatever came.
Do you wake up giggly with anticipation for the day?
If either of them was hurt or crying, the other always gave a kind and caring pat and hug of comfort and reassurance, and they would go find the favorite "thing" to soothe their sibling's heart. The love was real, and the soothing always worked, too.
They forgave fast and freely, and always found the good in situations--even when they could see that someone was behaving badly.
Do you forgive fast and freely, always finding the good--even in bad situations?
Life has a way of hardening us, if we're not careful. Disappointments, betrayals, and deep hurts can excavate a gorge deeper than the Grand Canyon if we let them, leaving those giggly days of our childhood so far behind that we can't even see them in the rearview mirror of life.
Over the last few days, I have decided to make a conscious effort to behave less like a wounded and tarnished adult, and more like an adored and much-loved child. That is, after all, who I really am.
It's who you are, too.
Ephesians 3:18-19 tells us, "and may you be able to feel and understand, as all God’s children should, how long, how wide, how deep, and how high his love really is; and to experience this love for yourselves, though it is so great that you will never see the end of it or fully know or understand it. And so at last you will be filled up with God himself."
I want to be filled up with God himself.
I want to be filled up with God himself.
Don't you?
Goodnight, Runners.
"He will yet fill your mouth with laughter and your lips with shouts of joy." Job 8:21
"He will yet fill your mouth with laughter and your lips with shouts of joy." Job 8:21
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