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Wednesday, August 1, 2007

A Merry Heart Is The Best Medicine...

This morning, I'm packing up things in the kitchen that I don't use as much and can do without for the next two to three weeks until we move. When I opened the drawer under the stove, I wrinkled my nose.

Yup! These things hadn't been touched in months or maybe it was years???? I found myself wondering, "why do I keep them anyway?" as I prepared to wash them all.

Well, one thing led to another and soon the whole stove stood in the middle of the floor while I cleaned the vent, the wall, the side of the cabinet and the floor. The drawer sat on the counter and its contents soaked in hot soapy water.

Then everything needed to be dried and either packed away or returned to its original position. Meanwhile my inquisitive two year old grandson delighted in walking across the freshly scrubbed floor and playing with the assorted pot lids drying in the rack.

I think God tickled my funny bone with an angel feather because the whole morning suddenly seemed hysterically funny.

A wise friend once told me I needed to learn to laugh at myself because I was way too serious. She was right. Perhaps it comes with age or maybe it's an added benefit of the healing God has done in my life. I don't know, but I an so thankful that God has given me a merry heart. It is His best medicine for the stresses of life.

Thanks, Lord for the double dose today!

1 comment:

The Small Scribbler said...

A wise friend once told me I needed to learn to laugh at myself because I was way too serious.

I am the same way but I find that I am finding the lighter side of things the older I get. I like not being so full of myself.

Kate