I heard a minister on television the other day talking about the results of a Chinese Oncologist’s research on the immune system and your health. The Doctor found that a single bout of anger will negatively affect your immune system for 6 hours, while good deep laughter will positively affect your immune system for 24 hours, by releasing health enhancing endorphins.
I was happy to hear this for I dearly love to laugh.
I was happy to hear this for I dearly love to laugh.
We have a good collection of DVD’s. We enjoy watching them and are always on the look out for more. Some of the movies are really stupid but they serve a great purpose…. to bring up the big belly laughs. I can’t tell you how many times I would be driving along in my car and I would just think of something that I had seen in a movie or a sitcom and start laughing. There are some people who have an incredible ability to be able to make others laugh. I find it interesting that in I Corinthians 12, where there are the diversities of gifts that “the gift of laughter” isn’t one of them, because it truly is a healing blessing for us all. I have some nieces and nephews who God has certainly bestowed this blessing upon.
Danika and Kevin are also quite the comedians, although they both act so silly and goofy sometimes that I know people often think they are coo-coo. As a parent I have certainly been approached more than once about my children’s “behavior misfits”. While I never condone disrespecting behavior, I do know that at times everybody needs a little comedic relief, so do forgive me if I respond by telling you to “lighten up”.
Most usually we can control the time and place to laugh, and should be respective of when and where those times are. However……….
I remember one time when I was a little girl, we (the last 4 kids at home) and Momma and Daddy were out driving in the old station wagon. I do not remember all of the particulars of why, but the car broke down and we were stuck at a gas station. Daddy became angry after repeated attempts to start the car. I can remember watching him as he was cranking down on the key, his coal black hair flying across his face with every forceful pump on the gas peddle. It was scary. We kids well aware of Dads anger made a point to be very still, and quiet. Nobody ever liked seeing Daddy angry. It was a most intense moment. Then all of a sudden, Momma starts laughing!!!!! We are not talking about just a little chuckle here folks, she started in and before long she was deep in a (turning blue) laugh. Daddy went nuts! The harder she laughed the harder he cranked the key, and stomped the gas peddle. Now Momma’s was not one of disrespectful nature in any way, and as we all well knew Daddy was not a man to trifle with. Watching this was mortifying, we quietly began begging Momma to please stop, but to no avail. The bluer Momma turned from laughing the redder daddy turned from anger. This was not the time or place to be laughing. It was like watching a pressure cooker sitting on a stove and Momma was messing around with the seal which will make it explode. Finally Daddy gets out of the car and slams the door so hard that the window shattered into a million pieces. We kids burst into tears from the sheer terror of the whole ordeal. We did not understand what on Gods green earth would cause Momma to laugh so hard and be so happy at such a terrifying moment. It wasn’t until years later that I understood what really came over her that day.
The night that Dustin had went down, Clayton, the kids and I, as well as some family and friends were all at the hospital near the emergency room waiting to see Dustin. They would not let us travel with him in the ambulance. I hated being separated from him. Clayton and I were put through the usual hospital barrage of questions by the secretary for insurance information. Afterwards we set down and joined the others who were waiting. The tension was so thick and depressing. It was near 1 or 2 AM. Nobody was really talking as there wasn’t much that could be said. We had been warned that since Dustin had been dead for over 5 minutes before he was resuscitated it would be very likely that he would have serious brain damage. I felt sick from my body's constant trembling, so in effort to try and relax I got up and started pacing the floor. When surprisingly from out of the secretary’s box office we all heard this loud obnoxious snoring…. I quietly walked over to the office to the find the secretary with her head down on her desk, just a-snorin’ away; I turned around with my arms outstretched in disbelief and a bit disgruntled said “you have got to be kidding me the hospital secretary is sleeping on the job”!! then it happened…..suddenly I started laughing so hard,
It was really bizarre, just moments before I had been handed some awful news, this most certainly was not the right time or place to be laughing, yet I could not get a hold of myself to stop. I don’t know what came over me but it became infectious and everyone caught it, before long we became louder than Miss. Sleeping Beauty’s snoring. As I laughed, I cried, and with every tear I felt waves of peace came over me and a knowing that everything was going to be alright. When the nurse came in to tell us we could now see Dustin I am sure she thought we were morbid for carrying on like we were at such a time. Upon seeing Dustin he looked up at me and asked (as best as he could with tubes in his mouth) “Where is Kevin”? I knew then his mind was ok and that he did not suffer any brain damage.
Looking back, I now know that what came over Momma and I was the pure joy of the Lord. As in His word he promised, “The Joy of the Lord is our Strength”. Each of us was going through extreme measures of difficulties at that time and the only way to get the strength to go through it was by having Joy and laughter, no matter however misinterpreted..... it may be.
Danika and Kevin are also quite the comedians, although they both act so silly and goofy sometimes that I know people often think they are coo-coo. As a parent I have certainly been approached more than once about my children’s “behavior misfits”. While I never condone disrespecting behavior, I do know that at times everybody needs a little comedic relief, so do forgive me if I respond by telling you to “lighten up”.
Most usually we can control the time and place to laugh, and should be respective of when and where those times are. However……….
I remember one time when I was a little girl, we (the last 4 kids at home) and Momma and Daddy were out driving in the old station wagon. I do not remember all of the particulars of why, but the car broke down and we were stuck at a gas station. Daddy became angry after repeated attempts to start the car. I can remember watching him as he was cranking down on the key, his coal black hair flying across his face with every forceful pump on the gas peddle. It was scary. We kids well aware of Dads anger made a point to be very still, and quiet. Nobody ever liked seeing Daddy angry. It was a most intense moment. Then all of a sudden, Momma starts laughing!!!!! We are not talking about just a little chuckle here folks, she started in and before long she was deep in a (turning blue) laugh. Daddy went nuts! The harder she laughed the harder he cranked the key, and stomped the gas peddle. Now Momma’s was not one of disrespectful nature in any way, and as we all well knew Daddy was not a man to trifle with. Watching this was mortifying, we quietly began begging Momma to please stop, but to no avail. The bluer Momma turned from laughing the redder daddy turned from anger. This was not the time or place to be laughing. It was like watching a pressure cooker sitting on a stove and Momma was messing around with the seal which will make it explode. Finally Daddy gets out of the car and slams the door so hard that the window shattered into a million pieces. We kids burst into tears from the sheer terror of the whole ordeal. We did not understand what on Gods green earth would cause Momma to laugh so hard and be so happy at such a terrifying moment. It wasn’t until years later that I understood what really came over her that day.
The night that Dustin had went down, Clayton, the kids and I, as well as some family and friends were all at the hospital near the emergency room waiting to see Dustin. They would not let us travel with him in the ambulance. I hated being separated from him. Clayton and I were put through the usual hospital barrage of questions by the secretary for insurance information. Afterwards we set down and joined the others who were waiting. The tension was so thick and depressing. It was near 1 or 2 AM. Nobody was really talking as there wasn’t much that could be said. We had been warned that since Dustin had been dead for over 5 minutes before he was resuscitated it would be very likely that he would have serious brain damage. I felt sick from my body's constant trembling, so in effort to try and relax I got up and started pacing the floor. When surprisingly from out of the secretary’s box office we all heard this loud obnoxious snoring…. I quietly walked over to the office to the find the secretary with her head down on her desk, just a-snorin’ away; I turned around with my arms outstretched in disbelief and a bit disgruntled said “you have got to be kidding me the hospital secretary is sleeping on the job”!! then it happened…..suddenly I started laughing so hard,
It was really bizarre, just moments before I had been handed some awful news, this most certainly was not the right time or place to be laughing, yet I could not get a hold of myself to stop. I don’t know what came over me but it became infectious and everyone caught it, before long we became louder than Miss. Sleeping Beauty’s snoring. As I laughed, I cried, and with every tear I felt waves of peace came over me and a knowing that everything was going to be alright. When the nurse came in to tell us we could now see Dustin I am sure she thought we were morbid for carrying on like we were at such a time. Upon seeing Dustin he looked up at me and asked (as best as he could with tubes in his mouth) “Where is Kevin”? I knew then his mind was ok and that he did not suffer any brain damage.
Looking back, I now know that what came over Momma and I was the pure joy of the Lord. As in His word he promised, “The Joy of the Lord is our Strength”. Each of us was going through extreme measures of difficulties at that time and the only way to get the strength to go through it was by having Joy and laughter, no matter however misinterpreted..... it may be.
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