It was one of those evenings that I had lost any hope of rational thinking. I was physically and emotionally exhausted. As I sat by my husband on the couch, enjoying the quiet evening highlighted by a few television shows – it happened. Slap happiness hit out of nowhere. Those moments you wonder why you are laughing and how you can stop…like, now.
Have you ever seen the wildly populat AT&T commercial featuring the two nerdy guys working on the technical wiring in the conference room of a business? A lady walks in, glances at the scene and engages in a conversation. The commercial reaches it’s hilarity point when at a silent moment one of the men ask, “Did it hurt…when you fell out of Heaven?” The lady just stands there in a complete deer-in-headlight look.
Normal people watch this commercial and smile. Me, I barely hear it begin and laughter literally boils from my gut and can’t be stopped. I’m not joking. On this particular evening, this said commercial aired during every single show break. My poor husband tried to even turn the volume down, only for me to catch a glance and activate the volcano. Granted, he was smiling too…but not a single laugh.
It was at this moment I remembered how crazy God must be to love me in these moments. Yet, here my husband sits – a guy I had given-up on ever meeting. As we sit, together, there are times words aren’t needed. There are moments we just rest by just watching him smile and wonder why my laugh is so awkwardly random. Knowing we don’t have to be normal, well put together, socially acceptable or even smell good after being covered in little boy debris…we love one another.
I hear Abba whisper softly, almost drowned out by my absurd laughter-
…Bethany, be satisfied with what you have. For I have told you, “I will never fail you. I will never abandon you.” So you can say Bethany, with confidence, “The LORD is my helper, so I will have no fear. What can mere people do to me?” (Hebrews 13:5, 6 NLT)
My husband daily reminds me how much greater God’s love is for me…and there are days I struggle to imagine what that “greater love” could look like. How much more can God love me?
And it’s these moments that I journal about and read ever-so-slowly while being refined in the fire.
Hold on to your treasured moments friends.
What is a moment you find yourself continually remembering that helps you press on during times of trial?
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