"Yet I will rejoice in the Lord; I will take joy in the God of my salvation."
Laughter rolls through the house like a spring shower dances on a tin roof. Loud. Boisterous. Rip-roaring belly laughs to split sides and buckle you over.
Oh, God, thank you for laughter. Thank you for the smiles and the too-too-fast talking Allison is carrying on with her friend. Friends. Oh, God, thank you for good friends who can help us laugh through the darkest of storms.
Just when I thought the house had died, LIFE found its way here again with the love and joy of friendship.
I leave the door to our bedroom cracked open just to hear the sounds of life--not to tell them it's late and they have to go to sleep.
Laugh, girls, laugh. Fill this sorrow-laden house with your teenage joy.
Lord, thank you for good friends who bring us back from the shadow of death.