It had been four years earlier when the foundation of my life seemed to drop from underneath my feet. With only the tears of sorrow left to comfort me I began to slip into a deep place of anger. My husband’s betrayal became the thief that robbed me of my joy and happiness. I so desperately wanted to laugh again with my children, and yet that seemed like an empty dream with no hopes of being filled. But before the misery could completely engulf me in its deadly flames, I heard a quiet whisper, a promise from the Lord, “I will rebuild you and again you will be joyful.”
And now here I was, just a few short years later, seeing the redemption of God with my own eyes! God’s grace is bigger than our sadness and His redemption is beautiful! If we allow God to take our brokenness and trust him with our wounds, He will work a miracle! Sorrow does not have to be the last chapter of our life story!
My daughter’s prayer that summer evening penetrated the deep yearnings of my heart. Christ has turned my sadness into joy and I can now say “Thank-you God for laughter...”