The Lord Must Love Laughter

Every Monday night for more than three years, I have been blessed to be part of a girls' Bible study. Although we've lost a few members over time, these girls have come to mean something incredibly special to me. I truly cherish our time together because it is one of the few times when we can all be really real. The masks come off, no one cares how they look, and we are able to truly share our hearts. Sometimes we laugh together, sometimes we cry (ok, so I took that line from a song, but it's true!). These girls have helped me through all sorts of things, and I look forward to seeing them each week.

Now granted, sometimes, we do more "fellowshipping" than Bible study, but we've tackled some tough material: Mere Christianity, Beth Moore, and even the whole New Testament, seven chapters at a time. Other times, we spend the evening praying for each other's needs. Tonight, we wrote letters to the Prestoncrest missionaries and shut-ins.

Each week, we close in prayer. Tonight's prayer, I am confident, made the Lord smile. For some reason, we got tickled while praying and erupted in laughter and giggles for at least 5 minutes. At first, we tried to stifle it, but trying to keep it in only makes it funnier, so then we just laughed. The pray-er, who will remain anonymous, said she felt badly, but I'm convinced that just like a parent likes to hear a baby laugh, the Lord loves to hear his children laugh while we're talking to him.

So, for tonight, at least, I know there was laugher in heaven, because I heard it here on Earth.

side note: I'm trying to find a larger picture of our group. This one was taken this summer at Fireside Pies, but it's coming through really small!