Joy is not a fruit that comes naturally to me. It's an intriguing thing, the expression of fruits that the Holy Spirit placed in us, like a gift we have to learn to open. Laughter comes rarely, as my peculiar sense of humor allows, but when it does, it's medicinal.... healing in it's purest form.
I spent this last weekend with my little sister. We think the same things are funny and we have the same laugh, which makes me laugh more. Visions of my Grandma and her sister come to mind when I think of how they laughed and laughed in unison and topped it off with my inherited sigh at the end. I'm looking forward to the joy in growing old with my sister.
Today, Joy came in the form of sweet friendship and Popsicles. Two college friends and their little toddler "mini-me"s came to visit. These girls make me laugh, even when they don't mean to. They make it easy to be me. They understand me & my idiosyncrasies. That's what friendship is. It seems like just the other day we were sharing clothes, sleeping over, and dreaming together about the boys we'd marry. What a blessing it is to be able to talk and laugh and watch our kids play ...15 years later.
