My story matters. And so does yours. Not because there is anything significant about me or you, but because together our collective stories reveal truth about God. Who He is. What He cares about. How He loves us. When we all link up together we can tell a story that reveals God’s glory, God’s power, and God’s heart. Our story is HIS story.
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It didn’t take very long for news of my dad’s diagnosis to spread. We were soon inundated with phone calls, cards, and care packages. It was a little scary to hear my mom tell and retell the information about my dad’s condition over and over again to concerned friends and relatives. The weight of the reality felt heavier and heavier each time she explained the situation.
Then, something wonderful happened. We received a particular care package. This care package had several things in it, but the best thing it held was the movie What About Bob? It seemed curious to me that someone would send such a movie to a family that had just received such dire news and I asked my mom about it.
My mom looked at me, weariness still clinging around her mouth and eyes, and answered “Maybe he knew how much we needed to laugh.”
Laugh… Laugh was not something any of us had done since “cancer” and “brain tumor” had invaded our home. How could we laugh now that we had such serious words in our vocabulary?
That weekend my parents declared a family day. My mom pulled out What About Bob? and we all sat together and watched it. We sat quietly, morose, for the first several minutes. And then… Well if you’ve seen the movie What About Bob? you know that you can’t actually watch it without laughing. Suddenly “cancer” and “brain tumor” took a backseat to “silliness” and “fun.”
I felt lighter than I had in days and as I looked around I could see my parents and brother and sister did too. Our situation hadn’t changed but our perspective had. We had discovered something amazing. We had discovered that it’s OK to laugh even in tough circumstances. We had discovered that it’s OK to laugh when you’re feeling afraid. We had discovered that hope and courage often tag along right behind laughter. Very soon our house was full of all three.
As I look back I am most grateful to my parents for leading the way when it came to laughter. They laughed so well. Our home was always full of joy, regardless of the state of my dad’s illness. My parents did this so well that sometimes I find myself wondering if “cancer” and “brain tumor” weren’t the best things that ever happened to us.
What about you? Have you ever discovered that you hardest times were also your best times?