A merry heart maketh a cheerful countenance: but by sorrow of the heart the spirit is broken.
All the days of the afflicted are evil: but he that is of a merry heart hath a continual feast.
A merry heart doeth good like a medicine: but a broken spirit drieth the bones.
One night after a Bible Study at the House of Hope Treatment Center, I started to tell some funny stories about myself. The ladies that were there commented, “You need to write about your experiences, your episodes, they are so funny.” I love to laugh and do laugh regularly at the hilarious happenings of my life. For someone to have a merry, cheerful countenance it truly does depend on the condition of the heart. One finds in Scripture that along with a merry heart, there comes a continual feasting, and a cheerful countenance. The joy, the celebration, the cheerful countenance comes from a heart that is continuously filled with the love of God, His wonderful mercy, and matchless grace.
I was a homeschool mom and every Friday at our church, we had what we called, “Homeschool Friday.” On these special Fridays, all the children that were home schooled could come to the church for extra help in a certain subject that was being offered. Mom’s could take a day off from teaching and all of the children could stay at the church, even the babies. Some moms chose to stay and help teach some subjects, some babysat, or just hung out and helped in any way they could. We had Ladies’ Bible Study every Friday studying a particular book of the Bible or learning from a study book written by a well known author. It was a blessing to all the moms that took advantage of it.
On one particular Friday, after I had taught Ladies’ Bible Study, I went to the Ladies’ room. (I hope this is not TMI, too much information?) This room was a very small, one person, restroom. This Friday, I wore a dress and pantyhose to teach the Ladies’ Bible Study. Somehow, while in the very small, one person, Ladies’ room, I got my watch stem caught in the back side of my pantyhose. I couldn’t budge my watch or my arm without ripping my hose. How does one get their watch stem caught in the back side of their pantyhose? I’m not sure how that happened, but it did, needless to say. My arm was stuck, pinned behind me, and I couldn’t get it unstuck–––I was a little flustered to say the least.
I quietly opened the door and peered out to see if I could catch a glimpse of my husband, the pastor of the church, anywhere in sight. The restroom was in a narrow hallway, but close to my husband’s office. So, I thought, I’ll call out for him. I immediately heard a faint reply, “What?” I responded, “I need your help, Please!” You would have to know my husband to understand his reply back to me and to be assured his question was rooted in love. “What do you want, Woman?” There were people walking back and forth and wondering why I was calling out for the Pastor to come help me in the Ladies’ room. In a few minutes, he came and reluctantly entered the extremely small, one person, Ladies’ room with me. I showed him what had happened and immediately he started to laugh, which made me laugh. Here we were, the Pastor and his wife, in the small, one person, Ladies’ room, laughing-out-loud.
The hallway, being quite narrow, made a perfect tunnel, or megaphone to hear everything that was going on in the very small, one person, Ladies’ room. Anyone in that part of the building, could hear us laughing and wrestling around in the getting smaller, one person, Ladies’ room. We knew they were wondering about us and asking each other, “What are they doing in there?” The ladies began to gather in the narrow hallway right outside the small, one person, Ladies’ room and started whispering, “What’s happened? What’s wrong?” Finally, my husband and I stopped laughing and there was silence in the very small, one person, Ladies’ room. Victory! He got my arm and watch free from the backside of my pantyhose. My husband definitely was not a timid or shy man but, after my pantyhose mishap, he quickly opened the door of the small, one person, Ladies’ room and dashed out–––the coward! Obviously, he left me behind to collect myself and try to explain to all the ladies standing around what had just happened. (Lucile Ball would have been proud of my moment).
Thought: To say the least, the rest of the day was spent; answering questions, listening to snide remarks, and being the blunt of many jokes. I’m not sure why these things happen to me, but they do and I assure you, they happen without me prompting them. If this silly story has brought a smile to your face or even a grin, then it was successful in it’s purpose. There is no spiritual insight to this funny story, but I do think as a Christian, you need to realize that when you are filled with the Spirit of Christ; you will possess a merry heart, have a cheerful countenance, and will continuously be feasting in His love and grace, so freely given.