Joy can be a strange thing.

Joy can be a strange thing.

Every time a heart's tear splatters into my stomach, at least ten jolts of laughter come forth.
It doesn't happen right away most days; sometimes it takes weeks for the tear to fall that far. When it does though... it's good.

Like this morning. My days have not been bad lately, just hard. A lot pressing upon me and a lot rising up within me. The combination has made tears and a heavy heart kind of the norm. Even with this though, I have not been overtly distressed. Depression has not sunk it's teeth into me. Joy still is there, even in the tears.

Right now, my stomach aches... a dull gut feeling. It's coming from the thoughts of all that has been on me lately. Even with this feeling though I feel the splatters of long falling tears. They tickle. I haven't even gotten into the Word yet today, but such a joy in the Lord! I could just stay here... listen to music that glorifies Him, read blogs and thoughts of those who love Him, sit in silence waiting for Him. If He doesn't come tangibly I still know He's here. How amazing is that!!!!

What a joy that can sprout from sorrow. There is still much heaviness and I know much will have to be worked out in the next few days. Many more tears will be cried this weekend. There will probably be more moments of writhing from the pain in my being. I'm sure disappointments will try to eclipse the hope I have as I journey these coming evenings. In all of this though, I will joy in the Lord. In all of this I know multitudes of laughter will bubble up from my belly.

When it finally does, watch out Hell! The power of my weeping to bring healing is nothing compared to the power of the laughter that God uses in me to crumble your walls and foundations!