My grandma had two bathrooms at her house. The blue bathroom and the peach bathroom. I liked the peach bathroom the best because of the things grandma had displayed in there. She had a statue of a monkey sitting in her bathtub. And another monkey, I believe, holding the roll of toilet paper. Grandma liked monkeys. And elephants. And gardenias. She also had pictures with cheery or silly sayings on the walls. Above the bathroom sink, she had a scripture verse, cross-stitched by my mom, quoting Proverbs 17:22: A merry heart doeth good like a medicine. Grandma found a lot of humor in life. Even when cancer was taking over her body.
I sometimes get bogged down with life and forget to find the humor in the everyday. Instead of laughing with my kids, I shush them. Instead of enjoying my husbands playful teasing, I sigh and cast a withering glance.
I need more merriment. More laughter. Giggles. Chuckles. Belly laughs. All of it. My body needs the medicine of a cheerful heart. My home needs it too.
My kids are watching Wipeout as I type this. It’s that game show with contestants trying to make their way through insane obstacle courses. I can hear Jonah’s over-the-top belly laughs…and Abby’s giggle.
My heart feels a little merrier.
What’s made your heart merry today?