I laugh a lot. Even when I'm hurting laughter is often a path through the grief....
I have a quirky sense of humour I admit...often I see the funny side of something serious and thought provoking and then I quickly dampen down my unfortunate giggles.
I have always been like this. Laughing outloud at the wrong moment has landed me in lots of trouble. As a girl I used to be taken to task for laughing at a serious problem....as an adult the serious side has developed but the need to laugh as well as to weep is never far from any dilemma.
When I found this prayer in the book by Ted Loder, "Guerillas of Grace" I saw its immediate impact on me as a sort of permission, it's alright to be daft occasionally..
Quicken in me a sense of humour.
O God of gifts
Quicken in me a sense of humour
Bright enough to help me find my way
In these tarnished times
Fruitful enough to be made the wine of hope
To warm the hearts of those I live with.
So, O God of gifts
Liberate me to share
Without apology or arrogance
Not only the gifts I have
But the gift I am.