I seriously can’t stop laughing when I think about how I must have looked yesterday as I took one of the hardest falls I can remember taking in the past two decades…I wish so badly I could have been a bystander and witnessed it (and not just because then I wouldn’t have throbbing, scraped, bruised and swollen knees today). If you know me at all, you know that I DIE laughing when I see someone fall. I don’t know what it is. Maybe it’s the near death look on their face that encompasses a level of fear that is just simply, and sickeningly I’ll admit, hilarious to me! As my ever so sympathetic mother told me today on the phone…”you had it comin’” Thanks mom ;)
But she’s so right. And to my joy I found that I could laugh at myself just as hard as I’ve laughed at everyone else. Well…maybe not as hard as I laughed at Drew Oswald in the eighth grade. To this day that was hands down the best fall I’ve ever witnessed…
The thing I’m actually the most bummed about was the fact that I ripped holes in the knees of my nicest pair of jeans I owned. In fact the real irony of the situation (which if you know me at all you also know I’m a HUGE fan of irony) is that just the night before I fell I was telling Liz that the jeans I was wearing that night were my last pair without holes in them. Needless to say, it’s been a while since I put down some cash for a pair of jeans. Well…I can no longer say I have ANY jeans without holes in them now save the pair I’ve dug up from 1990 something that are awful and completely out of style. If you see me walking around today don’t judge my fashion…
All I can say is thank God for tax returns, because I had already penciled in a jean shopping trip for the near future. But what if I hadn’t? What if I didn’t have the tax return, would I still be able to laugh at the situation? And this is where my pink thing for the day comes in to play. I am thankful for a God who shows me how to laugh at myself and pick myself up when I fall. Literally and metaphorically. I love to laugh and I think that it is one of my gifts! I can genuinely find something exciting in almost anything and be honestly stoked for whatever may be happening. I’ve found myself laughing less lately and that is changing right away! I refuse to be stuck in a laugh-less state of mind any longer. And as I ever so gently washed my knees this morning in the shower I burst into tear inducing laughter once again and it struck me…through the pain (and I may be a bit of a baby but they REALLY hurt!) I can still laugh!
And that’s what Joy is :) Joy can overcome anything. Maybe that’ll my first book title? I’ll be writing more about that later however (stay tuned because I’m SUPER excited for what God’s going to be doing with my writing, but one blog at a time for now…) I think that Joy is the ability to maybe not crack up in laughter over everything, but to find a light in every dark circumstance or situation. I’m convinced that Joy is the very heart and presence of God Himself infiltrating any situation. My scraped and scabbed knees (which do reflect shades of pink mind you) are a wonderful reminder for me today that I’m still covered by His joy, and that as long as I can keep laughing I think I’ll be just fine.