This morning, I read in Genesis the story of God telling Abraham about the promised son he would have. Abraham, in his old age, laughed at the news. Sarah had a similar reaction when she heard the news as well.
Laughter seemed to be the theme for the day, but it didn’t seem to fit with the day as I saw it so I filed it away in the “things I could have written about but didn’t” category.
Until I was divebombed by a flying beetle (not a cool red one like I drive) and the theme returned.
The beetle landed on the ceiling at my parents’ house and my mom grabbed the fly swatter (or fly swabber as my granddaddy used to call them) and took her best shot at the beetle.
We’re pretty sure he made a dastardly escape as we were suddenly consumed with the curtain falling off the window. And we laughed.
And I was reminded of the verse God gave me for facing this day: “A merry heart does good like a medicine.” Proverbs 17:22.