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It was a hurried, cranky morning as our family prepared for school and work. My two teenagers began yelling and quarreling over God-knows-what.
"Quiet, you two! You're making my eardrums bleed," I shouted.
"Hey! I'm the only one bleeding around HERE," my son shot back.
And given the fact that he was having a serious bleeding episode that was requiring him to infuse every single day for a week, the entire household began laughing. That's just how we roll in Dittrich-land.
I have learned over the years that if I didn't laugh, all I would do is cry. And apparently, many of the mamas I serve feel the same way. The "dark" or "gallows" humor seems to lighten the load, even if for only a second. Giggling about the outrageous parts of our lives together creates a common bond.
Sometimes that humor is MAGNIFIED as we watch the typical world react to it. I've seen people's eyes bulge out, mouths fall open, or even recoil in horror as we laugh at our circumstances. People almost seem shocked, sometimes even downright uncomfortable, that we would mock our own difficulties.
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Furthermore, when people see us laughing in a life that they think should evoke nothing but tears, they want to know how we do it. What is the cause of our joy when we have, in their minds, every reason to live in despair? If they see a redeemed life, they just may realize that there IS a Redeemer.